From the air, Toronto’s iconic, late-modern City Hall looks like a wide, unblinking eye, symbolism that lately has seemed more appropriate than ever: Even the building can’t quite believe this circus. Deep underneath its two curved towers, on a cold and bitter January day, His Worship Mayor Rob Ford sits in the passenger seat of a black Cadillac Escalade, driven by a hulking bodybuilder named Jerry Agyemang. In addition to his role as chauffeur, he has also been providing the mayor with physical security and workout tips. Together they ease into a reserved spot in the salt-stained parking garage and take an elevator to City Hall’s second floor. It’s early, and so far, it’s still dimly lit and quiet.
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