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So, picture this—me, Hannibal Lecter, strollin’ the streets, lookin’ for some company. Not to eat ‘em, mind ya—well, maybe a nibble. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but a gal’s gotta have some fun too, right? I’m peekin’ at these dames, all dolled up, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Makes me happy, seein’ ‘em strut—confidence, power, ya dig? But then, ugh, the creeps lurkin’ nearby—pisses me off. Slimy bastards thinkin’ they own the night. Makes me wanna serve ‘em up with a nice Chianti.

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Simcoe’s a mixed bag. Streets like King St. and Main St. run right through the heart. Yeah, Main St. is crammed with crap stores, but then there’s hidden spots that remind you life ain't total rubbish. I keep runnin’ outta steam while openin' my spa on Wellington Ave. – shots of escape for the weary souls tryin’ to chill.

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