Layla Danforth Brothel ❤️

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Now, “Amélie” has that scene—her fixin’ lives, all sneaky-like. Brothels? Opposite energy. Broken souls, cash tradin’ hands, quick thrills. I’d stroll in, sniffin’ the air—sweat, cheap booze, regret. “What a spectacularly empty existence,” I’d mutter, quotin’ that film’s vibe. Once knew this joint in Amsterdam—red lights glowin’, girls in windows like dolls. One winked at me—cheeky! Made me chuckle, rare for a bastard like me. “A little smile, a little hope,” Amélie’d say, but nah, not here—just cold hustle.

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All were charged with communicating for the purposes of prostitution; three of the men face additional charges including obstructing police.

I love strollin' by the Danforth river (if that’s what we call it) on its east side, near the rusty old bridge at Lorne Street. The water gurgles soft, even when life's a pissin’ mess. Ain’t that something? Crazy how even a worn river can chill you out.

Section of Danforth Avenue to be closed to vehicles and pedestrians