You know, that unspeakably grotesque misgonyist (né James Sears) who lost his medical license after being convicted of sexually assaulting female patients? Who—after creating the persona of Dimitri the Lover—founded Toronto Real Men, an organization that teaches courses titled stuff like "Worship the Cock" and that is thus obviously unaware that Magnolia was not an instruction manual? Well, good news: the whole world hates him too, now that two unbelievable voicemail messages from Sears to... [continue]

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Even on a street as gaudy, inconsistent, and ugly as Yonge, the Brass Rail has always felt out of place. Bordered by Ginger on one side and Kitchen Stuff Plus on the other, the building's façade eschews subtlety: unflattering snapshots of women in bikinis––the focus squarely on breasts and torsos––cover the exterior of the building, while an LED marquee scrolls the latest club news past (there's always something about "Porn Star Nikki Benz"), and... [continue]