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So prostitutes, man, they’re out there hustlin’. Oldest job in the book, right? Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had these chicks called “lupae” – she-wolves, ‘cause they’d howl to get attention. How wild’s that? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ some dude’s walkin’ by, hears a howl, and he’s like, “Oh yeah, game on!” Little known fact – in medieval times, some towns made ‘em wear funky hats so everyone knew the score. Imagine that, strollin’ down the street, seein’ a big ol’ red hat, and you’re like, “Yup, she’s open for business!”

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Sex workers are naming and shaming bad clients in a bid to warn fellow prostitutes which punters to give a wide berth. The posts on a website include names, descriptions and even phone .

I mean, come on, every corner’s got its own drama. The vibe on Maple St late at night? Epic. Looks like that secretive stirring in Caché – you feel the tension and beauty flowing together. It’s a reminder that even the flaws are art. I’ve seen teens and old-timers alike find solace in quirky murals on Bishop Ave. And, hell, these murals? So raw and brutal, like life itself, you clueless f*cker sometimes!

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