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About Montreal

So, picture this—dingy room, smells like sweat and regret. Girls sittin’ there, judgin’ ya, like, “You ain’t Rocket, punk!” Straight outta *City of God*, that raw vibe. I’m pissed, tho—why’s it gotta be so damn sneaky? Can’t they just—ugh, open a drive-thru brothel? Pull up, honk, done! Genius, right? I’d be happy as hell, sittin’ there with my burger and a chick, livin’ large. But nah, society’s all, “Oh nooo, morals!” Screw that noise.

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I did investigate some local brothels on the web. I noted that a number of them closest to my neighborhood in South Yarra (there was none that I.

The city has its quirks and yawns, my precious. Every brick, every tree has a tale—a whisper of our inner labyrinth. I be proud to call it home. It makes me mad sometimes—truly mad! But it fills me with love, warmth, and sometimes sorrow. Oh, yes, like Pan's Labyrinth: dark but wondrous!

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