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I knew dis one chick—Lena, swear she was half witch. Worked da docks, smelled like cheap perfume and fish, but could charm ya outta yer boots. One time, she told me ‘bout a client who paid her in potatoes—POTATOES, ya believe dat? Laughed my arse off, “Look at me, I’m an outlaw,” she’d say, mockin’ him. Made me happy, her sass, but pissed me off too—why’s she stuck with taters? Deserves gold, dat one.

Residents’ disputes with SMU students and their landlords have gone on too long.

At Vamps we provide a drug and alcohol free environment which helps to ensure that all our ladies are of the highest class and discretion.

I get riled up sometimes, too – like that time on Chestnut St. when the lampposts went bonkers in a storm. I was mad, madder than a sea dog with a stubbed toe. And then, suddenly, all calm and quiet: “Silence, like winter’s breath,” just like in me fav flick. Crikey, what a ride!

PenMet celebrates opening of revamped Rosedale Hall