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A tranny got high on meth and climbed up seven floors onto my balcony when I wasn't home in Toronto (Maitland Pl. for those in the know). I always left my balcony door open so my dog could go outside when I wasn't home. She was arrested wearing my clothes and had picked up a couple of pairs of shoes from another balcony.
I told the officer in charge of the investigation that he could burn the clothes. And my dog never quite looked at me the same way.
I shit you not.
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