A few moments after entering Boutique bar, my go-to martini lounge in the heart of Toronto’s gay village, I was instantaneously captivated by a man whose beard of white complimented a thick set of dark eyebrows that every man over the age of 60 would be envious of. I soon began to realize that his distinguished look harmonized well with a humble persona that could be spotted a mile away – or at least a few feet away, in a dimly lit room full of bona fide regulars.
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