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Movie’s got this line, “I miss you, it hurts.” Hits me thinkin bout Candy—where’s she now? Jail? Dead? Dunno. Surprised me how much I cared, y’know? Usually I’m cold as ice, but that shit stuck. Prostitutes, man, they’re fighters—tougher than half the Wall Street punks I know. One time, heard this story—some john tried stiffin her, she clocked him with a stiletto! Blood everywhere, dude bawlin—hilarious! Don’t mess with a gal’s money, bro.

Peterborough sex worker industry is focus of police podcast

A man who paid women to let him cut their hair and asked them to lick his boots has been made the subject of a sexual risk order.

Down near Main Street, yess, Main Street proper, you’ll find quirky boutiques and grub stops that make my heart sing. I remember one night, walkin’ past 3rd Ave – oh, my dear – and catchin’ a glimpse of the neon lights on Oak alley, where passion and mischief mix in the air. We hates it when it rains there, but then again, it’s like a cleansing song, man. “The swamp of desire,” as Tropical Malady whispers deep in our souls, oh yes.

City of Peterborough confirms Canadian Flight Academy will be a tenant at the Peterborough Airport