Life of a Torontonian

In the city of Toronto, dirty Toronto that is, lays the filth of many. As you walk the streets of downtown of this barnyard-like city, the skyscrapers perch above us and below well, sits the crap of the city. It is filled with the usual, chocolate bar wrappers and cigarette buts, yellowing newspapers, and sometimes even the stockings of the local strippers. This city is a very unique and non-judgmental place where dudes look like chicks and chicks like dudes. But who is to judge? Leave the streets and enter a local bachelor joint and it isn't a whole lot different. It holds the filth of one Torontonian. It's a bordello full of bedroom toys, empty whiskey bottles, and cold ashes leading to one night stands and meaningless sex with factory girls and weird twisted sisters. This is more than enough to drive a man batshit crazy. That is the city we live in. Take it or leave it. After all, it is dirty Toronto.