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I get tickled thinkin’ ‘bout it. Escorts today? High-class ones charge more’n my wig budget! Saw one gal’s ad—$5,000 a night! Lordy, I’d need 12 jobs and a prayer. Made me mad too—why’s it still hush-hush? Folks judge ‘em fierce, but honey, they’re just workin’. Like Amélie says—well, sorta—“Life’s funny, ain’t it?” Okay, she don’t say that, but I feel it!

Ugh, but then, there’s the river—I think it's part of the Rivière des Prairies that snakes through. I always get a bit annoyed how some people trash the riverside, right? Like, c’mon! This water’s got history. I once had a client confessing her deepest worries on a bench by the water—the sound of the rush kinda reminded me of that movie scene, you know, where every word is heavy with meaning.

Fire on 7th Avenue in L'Île-Perrot