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Now, *Wolf of Wall Street* vibes—imagine Belfort runnin’ one. “Sell me this pen,” nah, “sell me this night!” He’d be pimpin’, snortin’, screamin’, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!” That’s the energy—chaos, excess, no shame. Brothels got that in spades. Ever been? Nah, don’t answer, I don’t care. Point is, they’re messy, loud, alive—kinda like me. Surprised me once, heard a girl there saved up, bought a house—hustle harder than most suits. Respect.

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By , she is an unmarried mother living and working in an Owen Sound brothel, where she stumbles over the body of a local minister in the cellar. She strives.

Now lemme tell ya, this city ain’t perfect—nah, sometimes it gets under my skin. Like last Tuesday, working on a client's back in a cramped flat on Laurier Ave, I overheard some rants. “Why can’t we just let it be?” echoed through the room… just like in Caché: “Il n’y a rien ici!” Strangely poetic, right? Some folks say that line sums the city's hidden struggles.

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