He was hot on his feet as he skipped across the alleyway that had recently been swarmed by the homeless after the local shelter swept them out. The boys in blue flocked high and low in search of their man. The man was in deep trouble with not only the law but also of the Triads after he refused to pay the fat chick from Wilson Phillps who provided him a dreadful service. In an uncertain world, he needed to escape from the hazardous surrounding as his supply of popper pills was depleted. He picked up an Eye Weekly newspaper from a pile of trash and flipped through the pages. One page caught his eyes as it had a map of Toronto. He tore the map out and threw the paper at a pink-looking puddle. He looked at the map and realized Toronto was smaller than he thought. He was on Young ST. and can head straight south until he reached Queens where he can continue on and reach Lake Ontario. Then, he can escape from the beaver and fly away on the eagle. “SUPER SEX ME!” he screamed as he made a dash out the alleyway and ran straight down the street with the map in his hand while following the arrow above his forehead pointing to his destination.
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