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Oh, and—true story—knew a bloke who hired one, got robbed instead! Wallet, watch, gone—fuckin’ hilarious, but he was ragin’. “I’m not a good person,” Brandon mumbles in Shame—mate, neither was that escort, apparently. Shit like that? Keeps it real. Escorts ain’t saints or victims—just people, y’know? Hustlin’, dodgin’, livin’. I respect the grind, even if it’s messy as fuck. Pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,”—worth every penny for the chaos, eh?

Ya see, I stroll down all these alleys and I feel the pulse of the city. From Parc Martial-Valois, bursting with trees and stray squirrels, to our beloved, murky Harricana River, where the mist flows at dawn. My massages, ohhh, they’ve felt the passion of every corner, my friend. I gave yer friend that “miraculous touch” on Rue des Aiguilles once, yes, my precious, while murmuring, “I’m free,” just like in that movie, or… something like that! It’s raw, it’s real, and oh so messy!

Tackling racism a long-term effort in Val-d'Or, Que.