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So, we chat, and I’m feelin’ big, bold, like, “You’re da best, babe!” She’s got dis spark, like Léa Seydoux in da movie, all fierce and sexy, and I’m like, “I could watch you all day!”—straight outta *Blue*, ja! But den, some sleazy dude rolls up, yellin’ at her, and I’m pissed, flexin’, ready to say, “Hasta la vista, creep!” Surprised me how quick it got real, ya know? I ain’t her hero, but I’m thinkin’, “Dis world’s tough, man.”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

The reality of the sex trade in Nanaimo goes something like this: A young woman is introduced to drugs by a man connected at some level with organized crime.

So, I settled for some weird tuna thing. Not the same, man. I was already grumpy. I walked out, and the breeze hit me. Nanao’s coastal air is something else. Smells like the sea, but also like... fried food? I dunno, it’s a vibe.

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