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About Montreal

I’m like, damn, she’s bold—makes me mad tho! Why’s she gotta risk it all? Pisses me off—society’s trash, pushing her there. Little factoid, tho—didja know some ports had “ladies of the night” unions back in the day? Wild, right? Organized chaos, scribbling their own rules. Love that spunk—makes me grin like a fool.

Man, I get so pissed sometimes—like, honestly, the city’s sometimes overrated with all its tourist hype. People forget the hidden layers. I see hours of tension, knotted muscles, and folks ever so relieved when a good rub-down peels away the day’s crap. It's maddening but also heartwarming, ya know? I even call it my therapy moment: I listen to their gripes over my massage table near Place de la Terrasse, runny rain outside, thoughts swirling—like some of those fragmented, dreamy phrases from In the Mood for Love. “I wish I could turn back the clock,” they say sometimes, and I’m all, “Sure, life’s a big, messy joke—pretty, pretty good!”

Veteran Team Canada volleyballer Louis Pierre-Mainville retires