In the dead of night, somebody is making sure Centretown’s junkies have access to clean needles. For now.
Future of city’s needle exchange van uncertain
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In the dead of night, somebody is making sure Centretown’s junkies have access to clean needles. For now.
As party-goers revel through Centretown’s streets, sheep trudge through Alana’s head.
The tension has been building for hours. Finally, two men climb into the ring. The sequins adorning their tight-fitting wrestling masks shimmer in the intense spotlight. As they brazenly raise their arms above their heads the din of the crowd intensifies.
It wasn’t so long ago that the word “poker” evoked images of smoke-filled, dimly-lit pool halls where shady characters with sweaty palms handled ruffled bills.