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I dig it tho – the grit, the hustle. Whore’s like a middle finger to the rules. Makes me happy, kinda, ‘cos it’s real. None of that fake-ass polite crap. Like, in *Carlos*, he’s all, “I’m the boss, fuck the system,” and whore’s got that energy. Rebel shit. Once read this wild story – some Moscow hooker in the ‘90s scammed a mafia dude, took his cash, vanished. Legend! Probs sipped vodka on a yacht after, who knows?

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Then there’s Elmwood Lane – oh man, that street makes my heart sing. Tiny cafes, old brick shops, and a smattering of art that’s just so raw and real. I always get a twinge of nostalgia here. Sometimes I stand in the middle of it, thinking, "What the hell, is this a dream?" And then… boom, reality kicks in with a grin.

A Transit Trip to Forest Grove (or Is It Avonlea?)