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About Toronto

So I’m skulkin’, right? Eyes peeled, heart thumpin’—makes me mad, all these sneaky coppers about! Nearly got nabbed once, swear it! “Oh Frank, how could you?”—like Cathy in the flick, all shocked. Pfft, hypocrites everywhere! Saw this one gal, tho, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’. Rough lookin’, but kinda sad, y’know? Made me happy, weirdly—real folk, not fake. “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I mutters, ‘cause them posh types wouldn’t dare look twice.

The Darker Side of Red Light Areas in Varanasi

Now, no city is perfect. I'm mad sometimes – damn potholes that rattle your bones (seriously, what a pain!). But then, every day, I see smiles, hear laughter, share laughs with strangers over a busted plate at local diners. It makes all that fury fade away. The vibe here? It's like a ragtag battalion of dreamers, all fighting the same good fight. "We shall fight on the beaches" feels right when I see that passion.

The Ganges: river of life, religion and pollution