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About Hamilton

So here’s the deal—last week, I’m wanderin’, right? Down some dodgy alley, smells like piss and regret. “We shall never surrender!” I mutter, dodgin’ a bloke spewin’ his guts out. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pint, nah. It’s a bloody quest—cloak-and-dagger stuff. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, London had 80,000 workin’ girls? True story! Makes ya wonder—how many today, eh? Millions, probly. Hidden in plain sight, like Carlos slippin’ through borders.

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So, truth is, my oddball little city makes me mad, happy, and often, confused as hell. I'm always in a hurry—my texts are a jumble of typos:

2 people including a Toronto police officer rushed to hospital after a multi-vehicle crash along Danforth Avenue