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About Montreal

Oi, mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister, right? I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya bout this bloody mess called "whore." Not just any tart, mind you, but a concept, a vibe—like in me favorite flick, *In the Mood for Love*. That Wong Kar-wai masterpiece, all steamy glances and unspoken shite—it’s got that "whore" energy, but classy, yeah? "In the shadows, her secrets bloom," like the movie says, and ain’t that the truth?

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

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