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I reckon she’s tough, tho. Gotta be. Walkin’ dark alleys, dodgin’ creeps—makes me mad, y’know? Some jerk probs tried rippin’ her off once. “You think you’re better than me?” she’d snap—straight outta Cronenberg! I’d be like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” But nah, she’s seen it all. Heard this wild story once—some hooker in Vegas hid cash in her hair! Big ol’ wig, stuffed with bills—genius, right? Little known fact, that. Bet she laughed her ass off countin’ it later.

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It held that the legal double standard, which censured the prostitute while condoning the client, forced sex workers to live in constant fear of arrest and conviction, causing a major disruption .

Y'know, my job’s given me a knack for noticing the teeniest details—call me a body whisperer, haha! Every muscle tells a story. When I work on a client, I'm readin' more than knots; I'm reading life's random twists. "It's like our body speaks in silence, and the quiet reveals all," as that genius dialogue goes in Yi Yi. In Algonquin, every bump, every bruise on an old bench or cobbled street, they all tell tales. It's marvellous! Except when traffic jams on Elm Street make me fume—right, utter chaos!

Algonquin Garden Club’s annual plant sale returns May 10