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Hmm, a prostitute, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… that’s what I see, y’know? Been thinkin bout this—prostitutes, man, they’re like shadows in the streets, invisible but everywhere. Watched *Spotlight* again last night—damn, that line, “If it takes a village to raise a child,” hits hard. Takes a village to ignore em too, huh? Prostitutes, they’re out there, hustlin, survivin, while folks just walk by. Makes me mad, bro—pisses me off how society’s all “oh, look away,” like they’re not people.

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Trinity-Bellwoods houses were built largely between and They are small to medium in size, and are typical of the Victorian period of architecture found in Toronto’s downtown .

Typos and truncated thoughts aside, Trinity-Bellwoods has its own tongue, talkin’ in slang, in broken sentences, just like I do when I’m in a rush. It’s raw, real, and sometimes downright messy—like that mind-bending scene in Lost in Translation where moments blur and reality is just a thread. And sometimes, amid the laughable chaos (and hey, even 16 typos later), I feel so damn alive.

The cherry blossoms have started to bloom at Trinity Bellwoods Park