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So, we starts thinkin’, me and meself—where’s the prossies at? Moscow’s wild, yesss—Red Square’s all fancy, but nah, not there. You slink to the back alleys, the clubs, them seedy bars where lights flicker and vodka stinks. Hiss! Once saw this lass, all dolled up, smokin’ a ciggy outside some dive—thought, “She’s it!” Nope! Just a drunk uni chick, lost as hell—made me mad, wasted me time! Grrr! But then, precious, we hears whispers—secret websites, coded ads, “massage services,” ha! Like in the movie, “The Winklevii aren’t suing me for intellectual property theft—they’re suin’ me ‘cause I’m a prick!”—well, I ain’t no prick, just desperate, eh?

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crack houses. Prostitutes walk the Victoria Park strip. It's only getting worse. In the last three years, the drugs and street workers moved into the open. Deals that used to go down in the .

I meandered around "Old Crossroads" downtown too, a weird maze of alleys and art murals. It’s a captain’s mess of color—but hey, even Ron Swanson might admit that sometimes chaos paints a mighty fine picture if ya squint right.

Local students take part in walk through Greektown on the Danforth as part of Hellenic History Month