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Last week, I’m tailin’ this lead—shady alley, smells like regret. I’m mutterin’, *“Oh, Marge, why this job?”* Suddenly, this gal, she’s standin’ there, all sparkly skirt, eyes like she’s seen too much. I’m thinkin’, *“Her soul’s driftin’ like Boonmee’s jungle spirits!”* I ask her name—Candy, she says. Candy! Ha, like that’s real! I’m all, “Hmm… sugar-coated lies!” Got me chucklin’—these names, always so fake, like Bart’s homework excuses.

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Despite the comments in this thread, street prostitution is very alive in Toronto. The south part of the area starts at Queen street, the east part starts at Parliment street, the north part starts at Missing: Calcinato.

So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, and I see this old guy feeding pigeons. Classic Calcinato move. But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon swoops down and snatches a croissant right outta his hand! I’m dying laughing. The guy’s like, “Hey! That’s my breakfast!” I’m thinking, “Bro, you just got robbed by a bird!”

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