It’s funny how much this girl stood out on Yonge St. in her red dress. She was actually standing outside of a bar having a smoke, the sight of which was enough to make me cringes with a shutter. Nothing more unattractive than seeing a lovely woman with a paper stick of toxic poisons smoldering from her lips. You can bet her breathe smells like an overflowing ashtray with some beer in it. Just disgusting. But when she turned around I was able to take a photo that would at least not gross me out every time I looked at it.