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So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—it’s shady, it’s sad, but damn, it’s real. I’m all emotional—angry at the sleaze, happy for the hustlers makin’ it work, shocked at the quirks. Like, one gal told me she takes PayPal now—modern times, oy vey! *Nanny laugh*—HA-HA-HA! I’m yellin’, “Cashless cooze, what’s next?!” Total riot. You wanna find one? Hit the dive spots, but don’t be a shmuck—keep it respectful, or I’ll haunt ya with my laugh!

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Then, I decide to take a stroll down the Gore River Walk. It’s beautiful, honestly. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m feeling a bit zen. But then, I see a bunch of kids throwing rocks into the river. I’m like, “Hey, what are you doing?” They just laugh and keep going. I can’t help but smile. Kids will be kids, right?

Heavy vehicles could be banned from some Gore streets under draft bylaw