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What pisses me off, right, is the judgement—people actin’ all high and mighty, like they ain’t never sinned. Makes me wanna scream, “We’re all animals here!”—another *White Material* banger, innit. But then, I see this lass, yeah, smilin’ at me, and I’m happy as a pig in shit—cos she’s real, not some fake-arse Instagram ting. Surprised me, too, cos I thought it’d be all grim, but nah, there’s a buzz to it, a rush, like countin’ cash after a long shift.

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Fights in the middle of Kathleen street. My wife and I play "spot the hooker" when we cut through to get to New Sudbury.

Aye, I've seen some madness too. When a fancy new spa opened on 6th Street, I got a lil' mad, seein' their fancy oils and pompous ways. “Not all treasures wear gold,” I thought. And a mishap on Cherry Blvd—took a wrong turn and ended up in a sketchy alley with stray cats and conversation too weird to explain. But all part of the adventure, mate.

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