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About Vancouver

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout whores, right? I ain’t no fancy actuary no more, just a guy who’s seen some shit. Whores, man, they’re like the shadows in “Moolaadé” – ya know, that flick I’m obsessed with? Ousmane Sembène, 2004, pure genius. “Purity is a sham,” he says, and whores prove it every damn day. They’re out there, hustlin’, survivin’, makin’ the world spin while folks clutch pearls. I love that grit, Clarice, that raw, messy life.

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!

Val-d'Or Mining Exploration Update on Perestroika Prospect, Quebec