Now, let’s talk about the elephant in the room - I'm a nudist. Yep, you read that right. After 20 years of flying solo, clothes have become more of a suggestion than a requirement in my domain. So, if you're open-minded and can handle the freedom, we'll get along just fine! But wait, there's more! House rules time: The porcelain throne (a.k.a. the toilet) demands respect - please lower its crown (lid) post-flash. Picking your nose is a no-go; it’s a habit that’s better left outside these four walls. Smoking and bringing in any olfactory offenses are strictly forbidden - we aim for good vibes and fresh air only. Cleanliness is next to godliness here, so let’s keep things spick and span, and always return items to their rightful throne. Last but not least, if you've been gallivanting around the city, please shower off the adventure and give your socks a good scrub. So, if you're up for a bit of quirkiness and a lot of laughs, my dog and I are ready to welcome you to our slice of Toronto