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About Toronto

Her eyes, mate, like twin lanterns in the dark—seen shite thou wouldn’t believe. Word is, she hides a kid somewhere, wee thing she don’t talk bout. “What’s yours stays yours,” she’d whisper, straight outta Farhadi’s flick, all mysterious-like. Makes me wonder—how’d she fall so low? Or high? Cos she ain’t grovelin’, nah, she’s queen o’ her own muck!

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So, first off, there's Main Street – yep, the classic one that sorta runs through the town. Picture it: rowdy pubs, cosy cafés with local banter, and that street vendor who sells the best apple strudel you'll ever eat! It’s like walking through “Tabu” on a sideways stroll, where every brick has got a haunted tale. I mean, bruv, it’s absurdly charming.

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