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Though English class was one of my strongest subjects in high school, I always loathed being forced to read dry, uncreative prose.
Playboy is more than just skin deep.
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The next time you ride the TTC, look around. How many people are escaping into whatever’s playing on their headphones? Have you wondered what they’re listening to? I’m one of those people who are curious…