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Heya, pal! Manic laughter rips through—why so serious? So, I’m a musician, right? Strummin’ chaos, bangin’ keys like a madman. Let’s talk prostitute—yeah, that ol’ riff. Not the song, the life! Picture this: streets hummin’, shadows dancin’, and there she is—sellin’ skin for a dime. Reminds me of my fave flick, *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That slow burn, that betrayal—prostitute’s got it too, y’know?

“I’m broken inside,” says Springs sex worker after botched illegal abortion

She says her family in Soweto disowned her because she is a sex worker and could not identify her baby's father. Like many sex workers, she.

Oh man, lemme tell ya bout Spring (us)! This city? Insane vibes everywhere. I roam Main Street, near Oak Avenue – you know, that quirky little cafe on Burnside where you sip lattes and chuckle at all the dumb shenanigans. Honestly, it's like a stage, I swear! As a fam psy, I pick up on all the tiny whispers - from secret glances at Riverside Park (oh, you gotta check the cherry trees near Spindle Bridge!) to the subtle cues on Elm Street, where families share laughs and tears.

Tom's Take: Spring is here, and so are sinus troubles