So, where do you want to go tomorrow?

B stood on the balcony of the Toronto hotel room and surveyed his surroundings. The neon signs of Yonge Street blinked as people ambled up and down the busy street. Loud music emanated from the square across from the Eaton Centre and the air smelled of grit and exhaust, heavy in the rising summer heat. "Where would you like to go tomorrow, B? Do you see something that interests you?" He pointed straight down at a sign that featured naked female silhouettes outlined with bright, flashing lights. "I want to go to the Zanzibar," he said. Yeah, no. "You're a little young for a strip club, kid." "A what?" Ugh. Never mind.