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About San Jose

So yeah, prostitutes – messy, mad, brilliant. Kinda like *Mulholland Drive*, all twisty and dark. “It’s strange to be calling yourself,” I think, starin’ at em, wonderin’ who’s really pullin’ the strings. Next time ya see one, mate, tip ya hat – they’re survivors, shaken, not stirred. Cheers!

Sudbury police address prostitution scene

A human trafficker who forced a Toronto-area woman to work as a prostitute in Sudbury is now a free man.

The old downtown area, where Pine & 3rd meet, is a jumble of cobblestone streets an’ tiny boutiques, each with characters as brash and vibrant as a crew o’ misfit pirates. Ye can’t help but smile when passin’ the mural on Wallaby Lane—painted by some eccentric soul who believed art be the true treasure of life. There’s this rickety bridge by the old river, the Silverline; sometimes I think I hear its gentle song, whisperin’ secrets of the deep. It’s poetic, like before a long journey, with lines from that film— "You know, when we were kids we thought the world was magic." Arrr, the magic’s still here, if ye care to listen.

Bel Canto marking 50 years of music in Sudbury