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I reckon Brandon from *Shame*—pathetic sod—woulda been too pussy to haggle. Me? I’d stare ‘em down, “Let’s see the menu, Clarice,” all suave, watch ‘em squirm. Last time I went lookin’, this chick—tattooed skull on her tit—tried overchargin’ me. Pissed me right off—nearly carved her up for the cheek! But nah, kept it cool—paid her, fucked her, left her tremblin’. “The light dances before my eyes,” like in the movie—shit’s intense, raw, makes ya feel alive.

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Oshawa residents living on and around Celina Street often talk in hushed tones of the women who sell their bodies on the neighbourhood streets, wondering how did this happen? How did they .

But then, guess what? One of ‘em kicks the ball too hard, and it goes straight into the river! I’m like, “Oh no, not again!” The kids are panicking, and I’m just sittin’ there laughin’. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a ball! But they’re all like, “Help us, Watchman!” So, I roll up my sleeves and wade in.

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