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About Montreal

Prostitutes, they got stories—dark ones. Did ya know some old-school ones in Paris carried tiny knives? Hid em in garters—stabby lil secrets! This one time, I heard bout a gal who conned a duke—took his gold, left him pantless in an alley. Ballsy as fuck, right? Made me laugh my ass off—happy as a pig in shit. But then, ya see em gettin roughed up by some sleazy pimp, and it pisses me off—boils my blood, mate. Why’s the world gotta be so cruel?

Early life

By situating the work in relation to the popular motif of prostitutes waiting in nineteenth-century French culture, it explores the tensions between the bodily experience of ‘medical waiting’ and .

I’ve had my share of mad moments here – like when a power outage hit mid-evening, and I had to scramble with a flashlight and a bunch of old vinyl records! And the locals? Man, some are trash-talkers, some are heart-warriors – all weaving their stories right into the fabric of this crazy place. I get so inspired sometimes, so much that I literally break into spontaneous lyrics about the city’s pulse, kinda like a Taylor Swift breakdown but with my own twist and 11 typos scattered all over my texts. Lol.

Arthurs Nosh Bar: A dynamic diner in Saint-Henri