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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, Dr. Evil style – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” Ya see, I’m an artist-technologist, so I’m thinkin bout this like it’s a freakin Pixar flick, my fave bein *Inside Out*. Picture this: Joy’s bouncin round my head, all “Oh, this’ll be fun!” while Sadness is mopin, “This is so messed up.” And Anger? He’s just pissed I even gotta look!

Prostitutes are offering ‘breakfast business’ to commuters along Oxford Road as early as 7am.

Lemme say – I get pissed off sometimes, too. Like when a client flops in late with zero notice, or when the local transit goes haywire on Mill Street. But then, a hot summer night by the river, with neon lights reflectin' off the water… damn, man, it gives ya goosebumps. That’s why I love it here – it's unpredictable like a beta test gone wild.

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