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Oi, mate, so brothel, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, I reckon it’s a wild gig. Me, James Bond, head of the lab, suave as fuck, I’ve seen some shit. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history lessons with tits. Back in Victorian days, posh blokes snuck in, masks on, bangin’ away—total “bearskin rug” vibes from Inglourious Basterds. “That’s a bingo!” I’d yell, watchin’ em stumble out, trousers half-down.

Dalkullan : Storyline

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Now, neighborhoods? You've got Westside, where old cobbled lanes meet modern graffiti. I love wanderin' there; all the mood changes fast. East End is quirky too—packed with cafés, art spots, and a tattoo parlor that’s as nice as my pal’s massage table. There's this odd little café called Buzz & Beans on Third Street—super underrated, with killer espresso and a vibe that screams cool rebels and smooth operators.

Gianni "John" Mora Obituary - Guelph, ON