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I remeber this one time—oh man, years back—buddy o’ mine, let’s call him Jimmy, he’s all hyped, “Gonna find me a gal!” He’s bouncin’ round like a dang puppy, made me laugh so hard I nearly cried. Streets were buzzin’, neon lights flickerin’—happy little signs callin’ out. And Jimmy? He’s clueless, askin’ randos, “Hey, where’s the action?” Got me thinkin’—dude, it ain’t a treasure map! Prostitutes don’t just pop up like “Hello, I am here!”—nah, it’s subtle, like “the wind that bends the bamboo.”

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More sex workers are leaving the streets and using the internet to advertise their services, taking the sex trade out of the public eye. Canada's prostitution law, passed in , only makes it .

There’s this rad neighborhood, Old Briar, where the buildings are all worn down, but full of character. Think secret murals; graffiti that shouts “I can see Russia from my house!” – not literal, lol – but, you know, a kinda cheeky rebellion. And then you got the glitzy side in New Briar town. Stumbled on a rooftop bar over on Fifth and Main. Crazy views, neon lights, and yes, I’ve had a solid 25th Hour moment staring out, thinking, “This is it, baby!” even if my ex never saw it that way.

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