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But – Zen pause – it ain’t all fun. Gets dark fast. You’re dodgin’ creeps, hopin’ you don’t get robbed. Once, I heard this story – guy picks up a girl, turns out she’s packin’ a knife. “You wanna play hero?” she says, straight outta Cronenberg’s script. Freaky, man. Pissed me off – why’s it gotta be so risky?

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I've never had any problems finding prostitutes actually. They seem to appear in Algonquin, especially around the Perseus stores in particular. They mainly appear at night too.

Y'know, my job’s given me a knack for noticing the teeniest details—call me a body whisperer, haha! Every muscle tells a story. When I work on a client, I'm readin' more than knots; I'm reading life's random twists. "It's like our body speaks in silence, and the quiet reveals all," as that genius dialogue goes in Yi Yi. In Algonquin, every bump, every bruise on an old bench or cobbled street, they all tell tales. It's marvellous! Except when traffic jams on Elm Street make me fume—right, utter chaos!

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