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I’m picturin’ Joy from the movie, bouncin’ around, tryin’ to make it fun. “Take a chance on a new memory!” she’d say. Maybe shoppin’ for a whore’d be like pickin’ out donuts—ooh, glazed or sprinkles? Mmm… donuts. But then Sadness butts in, all droopy, “This is so hard to grow up with.” Boo-hoo, cry me a river! Made me sad thinkin’ how some folks end up there—life’s tough, man.

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Anyway, inside my parlor on Mimico Drive, clients spill their secrets. I got this one lady that says she finds the river near Mimico Beach so soothing, almost like it whispers, “The killer's out there, hun!” Yup, talk about a thrill! And speaking of thrill, the scenery here is classic – old brick buildings, quirky murals, and, oh my gosh, that one lil' corner on Admiral Street where the best taco truck’s parked. I mean, it's like a clue dropped in your face: “Check it out, folks, or else!”

Hidden behind buildings, the last of Mimico's opulent lakefront estates is still standing