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About Toronto

But here’s what grinds my gears – people actin’ all high ‘n mighty. Like, who ain’t sold somethin’ for a buck? Your soul at a 9-to-5? Same diff! History’s full of this – Rome had whores called “lupae,” wolf-girls, ‘cause they howled at night. How badass is that? Wish I’d been there, screamin’ with ‘em. Surprised me how deep that rabbit hole goes – wolves, man, wolves!

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

Several hurt after bus carrying swimmers collides with heavy truck in Quebec