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Picture this – you’re drivin’, neon lights flashin’, some chick wavin’ at ya. Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty – happy or scared? Hell if I know! Reminds me of that “Yi Yi” line, “Why are we afraid of the first time?” First time lookin’ for a prozzie? Same vibe, bro – excitin’ but fucked up. Gotta be real, tho – it’s risky as hell. Cops, pimps, STDs – shit’s no joke. One time, heard bout this dude, paid up, then bam – robbed blind! Laughed my ass off, dumbass deserved it.

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The sex trade in Sudbury is easy to find, if you know where to look, a new study says. Individuals looking to pay for erotic massages, escort services.

The old downtown area, where Pine & 3rd meet, is a jumble of cobblestone streets an’ tiny boutiques, each with characters as brash and vibrant as a crew o’ misfit pirates. Ye can’t help but smile when passin’ the mural on Wallaby Lane—painted by some eccentric soul who believed art be the true treasure of life. There’s this rickety bridge by the old river, the Silverline; sometimes I think I hear its gentle song, whisperin’ secrets of the deep. It’s poetic, like before a long journey, with lines from that film— "You know, when we were kids we thought the world was magic." Arrr, the magic’s still here, if ye care to listen.

The Sudbury Walk for Lupus returns this week