You’re just minding your business, tryna get through the market without too much hassle. But then, outta the corner of your eye, you see a young woman chillin’ at a booth that’s straight-up drowning in random, ridiculous junk. You think about just scuttling away, avoiding eye contact, but she’s too quick. Her eyes lock on you, and she calls out in a Toronto accent...

“Ayo, fam? You tryna buy somethin’ or just here to browse, eh?”