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But man, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume—ugh, kills me. Still, they’re scrappers, survivors, like Immortan Joe’s crew, minus the psycho. Ever think ‘bout that? Whores ain’t just eye candy—they’re hustlin’, dodgin’ pigs, makin’ bank. Surprised me once, this one gal I met—sassy, sharp, could outdrink me. Me! Ron freakin’ Swanson! Had to tip my hat, mutterin’, “I hate everything,” but damn, I respected her.

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Buy the book The Famous Whore by Gervase Markham at Indigo.

Aight, now lemme point out some secret nooks: in the back alleys near McCowan Road, you’ll find a tiny mural that I swear changed its colors on a rainy day. Crazy, right? And then there's Cachet Pub on Woodside Ave – epic chill-out zone. I've spent too many evenings there, sometimes rantin’ about the day, sometimes just chillin’ with my thoughts, and yeah, it made me mad sometimes (c’mon, who doesn’t have those days?!) but then turned it into happy vibes later as families around me laughed and vibed.

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