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About Montreal

First off, it’s risky as heck! People think it’s all glamorous, but nope. I heard this crazy story once ‘bout a guy in Nevada, legal brothels there, right? He went in, all cocky, but ended up scammed outta his life savings! Can you believe that? Made me so dang angry, like, “What the heck, man?” They’re out there takin’ advantage, and it’s just wrong.

So, first off… man, this place is a real mixed bag. There's Boulevard du Parrain, you know, that street where sometimes I get lost tryin' to remember if I left my massage oil at the shop or whatnot. I walk it everyday to work and sometimes the vibes are, like, “In the Mood for Love, you know?”—pretty, pretty good. And then there’s, uh, Rue des Anglettes (I think?) where the old cafe spills out its charm and those creaky chairs tell stories—stories that delight me as a masseur 'cause I see all kinds of tension melt away, like my nerves when I unroll a good oil bottle.

Car/train collision in L'Île-Perrot