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But—sss—gets me mad too, precious! Some poor sods forced in, trafficked, trapped—makes me wanna claw somethin’! Heard o’ this one gal, right, back in ‘98—London, they say—snatched from some nowhere village, dolled up, sold off. Escaped, she did, hid in a bin—filthy, freezin’, but alive! True story, that—makes me hiss n’ spit, thinkin’ o’ the bastards runnin’ that show.

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The Caledon River? Wow, it flows like cascading desires – twists, turns, never know what it’ll reveal next. I sometimes sit near Bridgeview – that hidden nook right by the river bend – and get lost in thoughts of love, life, and all the messy bits. And oh! The murals near 5th & Donovan! They scream stories of forgotten passion and urban romance. It’s like every brick sings a funky tune.

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