Can we go to Café Cancan?
89 Harbord Street, Toronto
Arts and Culture, Volume 63 Issue 2
A love letter to all the climbing gyms that I have seen
The idea of climbing is daunting. Playing Spiderman as a mortal layman whose reality is not a green screen production
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Autobiography of a food baby
My conception was far from romantic. It began at 7:30 on a Friday night, under a flag that was once draped
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Anatomy of a case competition
As a Political Science student who chose the field after two years of volunteering at hackathons as a Soylent protector,
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A laundry list of conspiracy theories that haven’t “made it” yet: Valentine’s Day Edition
It is only human that we find a rationale to explain away the suspicious and/or undesirable elements of reality. Some
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The man who took Toronto by (shit)storm
Where did you come from, where did you go, where did you come from Peepeepoopoo Man