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About Winnipeg

So, escort – not the car, nah, the *job*. I’m talkin’ high-class companions, paid to strut, charm, or just chill. It’s old as dirt, right? Back in medieval days, knights hired “ladies” to roll with ‘em – protection, status, bit of fun. Little known fact: some escorts in history were spies! Yep, sneakin’ secrets while lookin’ fly. Blows my mind, that double-life hustle. Makes me happy imagining some badass dame outsmarting kings.

Now, lemme get into it. We got streets like Rue Saint-Pierre – yeah, that’s the one where I sometimes wander on quiet mornings, listenin’ to birds chirpin’ like a sweet melody. I love strollin’ there, takin’ slow breaths, feelin’ the breeze, almost as if the city itself is whisperin’ “happy little trees, happy little me.” The vibe is so chill, dude, I can almost hear Lucrecia Martel sayin’ “The Headless Woman” vibe – mysterious and full of hidden wonders.

Celebration of Life for Antonine Maillet