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me fave flick, *Stories We Tell*, fits this perfect, don’t it? Sarah Polley diggin’ into family secrets, all that “truth is messy” bollocks. escorts got stories like that—layers, innit? one minute they’re “ooh, harder, love,” next they’re cryin’ bout their nan’s funeral. “Every secret has a weight,” Polley says, and fuck me, these escorts carry a ton! one bird told a punter her real name by accident—bam, whole gig ruined. “Who’s tellin’ the story?” she’s thinkin’, while he’s zippin’ up, confused as shit.

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Thalawathugoda, pelawatta, battaramulla, pannipitiya are filled with hundreds of unregulated spas (running as brothels) and they are all on the friggin main road my goodness. It is actually .

I run my massage parlor just off Rue Notre-Dame, a stone’s throw from the canal, wher things get real raw. People pass by, sneakin’ glances at the faded murals and worn stoops, like they’re in one of those slow-motion sequences in Werckmeister Harmonies – “the world in a slow dance of sorrow and hope...” It kinda fuels the mystique in my business ya know? Sometimes I swear I've seen the ghosts of the past whispering secrets to me. Lol, as if, right?

Adamo: Tony Campanelli’s excellent pizzeria in Saint-Henri