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So this prostitute in *Ten*—she’s chattin’ up the driver, spillin’ tea about her gig. “Men don’t love,” she says, all casual, like she’s droppin’ a weather report. And I’m over here screamin’—YES, girl, preach it! Made me so happy, ‘cause she’s just layin’ it bare, no fluff. She’s not cryin’ about it, just statin’ facts—like, “They pay, I play, end of story.” I freakin’ love that. No sugarcoatin’, no BS. Prostitutes see the world for what it is, y’know? They’re not waitin’ for Prince Charming; they’re clockin’ hours.

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Every corner of Collingwood-Park whispers something to me. I often fidget, thinking "We loves it, yes we do, my precious!" The city is alive, with funnies, secrets and miseries all woven together. Sure, some parts are rough, a bit shabby – like that derelict kiosk on Finster St. – but that's what gives it a real feel, innit? It’s punk and poetic, like... “What a secret, a wonderful secret!”

Private syndicate buys Collingwood Park site for $11.08 million