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One time, Naples, saw this chick—legs for DAYS, cig hangin’ loose, yellin’ at some drunk dude in Italian. Thought, “She’s a BOSS!” Turns out, she’d been workin’ since 14—FOURTEEN, yo! Pissed me OFF—world’s fucked, lettin’ kids do that. But she owned it, slung sass like a COMEDIAN—called the dude “limp spaghetti,” I DIED laughin’. Real shit, tho—most don’t know prostitutes got stories wilder than sailor tales. Some chick in Singapore? Used to be a NUN—swear to GOD! Fell for a sailor, ditched the habit, now she’s bangin’ for bucks. Surprised me—nuns to NASTY? Life’s a TRIP!

St.-Albert’s got streets that whisper cool secrets. Jasper Ave buzzes all day, brimming with life and quirky cafes, while 137th street leads to the quiet, know-it-all neighborhoods. There’s a gem called the St.-Albert Centre for the Arts that feels like a hotspot for soul searches. Crazy, right?

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