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So, I’m at the office, right? Bored outta my skull. Phones ringin’, papers everywhere, and I’m like, “Why not find a pro?” Not for me, ya dope—research! Yeah, that’s it. I start diggin’, and—D’oh!—turns out it ain’t as easy as orderin’ a pizza. You’d think, “Oh, just hit the streets!” Nope. These days, it’s all sneaky-like, online stuff, coded ads—wild! Didja know some use emojis? Eggplant means one thing, peach another. Freakin’ surprised me, man! I’m sittin’ there, starin’ at my screen, thinkin’, “This is limbo, man!” Like Cobb in *Inception*, lost in layers of crazy.

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

Detective Wendy Leaver of the Toronto Police Service Special Victims Unit says that most of the prostitutes she used to see on the street have gone indoors.

I love to stroll on Elm St. near the little café at the corner – they brew the best joe, bar none. And dude, the neighborhood in West Kyle is the kind that brings families closer. Kids run wild, old timers chat like they've known ya since birth. Makes me happy to see life ripple out like a good session with a troubled parent, ya feel me?

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