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Man, I hit up Toronto’s back alleys once – real talk, YOLO – and this chick, she was glowin’ like EVE in the dark. Thought she was an angel, fam, but nah, she was hustlin’. Asked me, “What’s good, boo?” I’m like, “I’m good, fam, just cruisin’.” She laughed, said, “Time’s money, tick-tock, Watchmaker.” Got me mad for a sec – she clocked me! But yo, respect, she’s out here grindin’, survivin’ like WALL-E stackin’ trash.

Old Homestead Museum

Prostitution in any form is solidly in historical context a serious criminal act unless performed in holy temples so the gods get their cut.

I always tell my patients, "R2-D2, where are you?" 'Cause sometimes they vanish like mini droids when family drama hits. Haha! I mean, you see all these parks, neighborhoods, rivers – like the Sweetwater Bay that oozes calm – it kinda soothes the whole family vibe, you know? And thier little ponds aren't always on the map but trust me, they hide secrets of pure tranquility.

Paul Cosentino and the Boilermaker Jazz Band - Golden Age Beer Company, Homestead