Fatima L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️

About Montreal

Little tidbit, mate – Ken Russell, that nutter, shot this in 17 days flat! Seventeen! Like Prospero conjurin’ a tempest on a bender. Budget so tight, they prolly paid her in gin and promises. Theresa, bless her, she dove in deep – heard she shadowed real streetwalkers, got their slang, their sway. That’s grit, that is. Made me happy as a lark, seein’ an actress bleed for art. But oh, the rage – them critics, callin’ it smut! Smut?! It’s truth, thou blind curs! A mirror to yer hypocrisy!

Okaaay, so then there are the neighborhoods. I gotta mention Village Perrot, if you know the spot. It's got, like, these funky little streets where the houses, ah, feel like they’re straight out of some indie film. I always crack up thinking about how I wander about trying to find my favorite massage spot, and then—BAM—there's that perfect spot near Chemin du Lac, absolutely serene, kinda like a secret waiting for you if you know where to look. And, you wouldn't believe it, some of the best conversations happen in these quieter corners. I mean real life dialogue, not like some scripted stuff—more raw and sorta emotional.

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