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About Toronto

Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded ribbons? Red fer “I’m game,” blue fer “bit classy.” Mental, right? This one, tho, she don’t need ribbons—her swagger says it all. I’m half tempted to nick her style for meself, but nah, she’d clock that too. Anyway, we’re chattin, an I’m gettin proper into it—happy as a pig in muck. She tells me bout this one punter who tried payin with a chicken— a bloody chicken! I’m creasin, picturin it. “What’d ya do?” I ask. “Told him to cluck off,” she says. Genius.

Follow your nature.

We have decided to possibly have a Prevost chassis coach built maybe next year (unless I could find the perfect used one). I know the new Prevost chassis units.

Now, ya gotta check out Downtown Prevost. It ain't big, but the local café on Oakview Lane is one gem. Everyone loiters there. I sometimes get mad when ppl litter near the bus stop – seriously, get it together, folks! But then, my heart lightens seein' the kids play at Riverbend Park. Man, I luv it when nature and humanity mesh.

What’s going on in Cardinal Prevost’s former diocese?