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Oi mate, grab a pint, listen up! Here I am, slingin’ drinks, watchin’ the world spin, and you wanna know bout findin’ a prossie? Hah! Calm as a forest stream, I’ll narrate this like ol’ Dave Attenborough, yeah? Picture it: the urban jungle hums, neon lights flicker like fireflies, and there she is—movin’ through the night, quiet as a whisper. "The way of nature," I mutter, pullin’ a lager, thinkin’ bout *The Tree of Life*. That film, mate—sprawlin’, messy, beautiful, like life itself. "What is this love that loves us?" Malick’s voice echoes in me skull as I spot her leanin’ by the jukebox.

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That’s why I created a list of unconventional places to pickup in Toronto: It’s the hookup capital of Liberty Village Island. Pickup a handsome man with your bag of Florida Oranges – it’s on.

After that, I wander over to the Gedempte Turfhaven. It’s this beautiful canal, and I’m feeling inspired. I sit on a bench, sketching away, when this kid runs by, trips, and falls right into the water! I’m laughing so hard, but then I feel bad. He’s soaked, but he pops up like a champ, laughing too. Kids are wild, man.

Van der Hoorn still has "severe concussion" 10 months after Flanders crash