you don't have to sell me on canada

you don't have to sell me on canada

from: convinced
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I found out THE GOOD WAY how cool Canada is, everytime I see that red maple leaf, my heart does a little double beat for someone I will never forget as long as I live, the lower crime rate thing is more than a cliche, I cherish the time spent walking in downtown Toronto, after midnight, with a beautiful girl. No fear at all. I couldn't believe it. I never experienced such a thing, imagine walking in New York City late at night with a pretty girl, strangers all around, from every country on the globe. I don't know about you, but I'd get a cab, ASAP. Not in Toronto. There's nothing to worry about. There isn't any atmosphere of the Asphalt Jungle, and being surrounded by clusters of non-white people doesn't make you feel nervous at all. There isn't a vibe of murder in the air, or even trouble, of any kind. I only saw one cop car the whole time I was there. I rode the trains, too. I rode them A LOT. I was never scared or intimidated, after a few rides, I became totally relaxed about the people around me. There was nothing to be scared of. I flew back to the US and stepped off the plane. The sense of cops, guns, and criminals was discernable and in the air at all times. You could reach out and touch it. But FUNNY Canadians? Don't make me laugh. You never saw so many straightlaced, boring, whitebread motherfuckers in your life. I was told only 2 things matter, HOCKEY and BEER.

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