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About Montreal

Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

Ohh, and lemme not forget the parks – Queen Elizabeth Park, for instance, is a riot of green, a safe haven. I used to stroll there, thinkin' about love, life, and missin' some proper syntax in my code – sometimes mad, sometimes happy, always real! And you know, my paths often cut through Corbeil Park, a tiny piece of wild nature where the city melts away. Best for a secret meet-up, yess, precious memories made there.

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