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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here—Larry David, neurotic mess—thinkin’ about findin’ a prostitute, right? I mean, what’s the deal with that? You’re out there, lookin’ for some action, and it’s like—where do ya even start? Streets? Apps? I dunno, it’s 2025, maybe there’s a damn hologram pimp now! I’m picturin’ it, walkin’ down some grimy alley—kinda like in *White Material*, ya know? That flick, Claire Denis, 2009—God, the tension! Isabelle Huppert’s out there, coffee plantation’s fallin’ apart, rebels everywhere, and I’m thinkin’, “This is me tryna find a prostitute!” Chaos, sweat, total disaster—pretty, pretty good, huh?

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Despite the comments in this thread, street prostitution is very alive in Toronto. The south part of the area starts at Queen street, the east part starts at Parliment street, the north part starts at .

Next, I wander over to the Cathedral of Bitonto. It’s massive! The architecture is insane. I’m standin’ there, just takin’ it all in, when this group of tourists rolls up. They’re takin’ selfies like it’s the last supper or somethin’. I’m tryin’ to be chill, but inside, I’m like, “C’mon, people! Appreciate the beauty!”

Bari, femicide at home: he kills his wife and calls the police to turn himself in