Lucy Lansdowne Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, prostitutes – lemme paint ya a picture, buddy! Imagine this chick, right, standin’ under a busted lamp, heels clickin’ like a death march, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor – hehe! She’s out there, hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, and I’m like, damn, girl, you’re tougher than nails! Got me all fired up, ‘cause society’s all “tsk tsk,” but me? I’m cheerin’ her on – why not? She’s out there survivin’, makin’ cash, while suits in offices sip lattes and judge. Pisses me off, that hypocrisy – ugh, makes my blood boil!

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The storey building at Lansdowne Ave. casts a miserable shadow. It's a centre for drugs and prostitution. It has been haunted by squatters.

I love that sometimes the city feels like it’s cut off time. Heard about the little diner on Spruce? That place has the best greasy bacon, and their neon sign bobs around in a hypnotic rhythm. It’s my go-to spot for a break when family sessions get too heavy. I fess up, sometimes I miss it already, like a lost child!

Lansdowne police reports: Aggravated assault and a porch pirate