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Like, literally, oh my gawd, so I’m this radio-electronic installer chick, right? And I’m thinkin bout findin a prostitute, ya know, for kicks or whatever. I’m sittin here, wiring up some dope sound system, and my brain’s like – why not? Total vibe shift! Like, in my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*, it’s all slow and moody, and there’s this line, “The world’s gone mad,” and I’m like, same, babe, same! Findin a prostitute feels like that – chaotic, weird, but kinda deep.

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Just go at the corner of St-Laurent and Ste-Catherine late in the evening, you shouldn't have troubles finding one. Noy judging you here; if finding sex was as easy for us as it easy for a Missing: Marchena.

Oh, and check out Barrio del Sol, one of the local hoods. It’s lit with murals, strange street art, and that hidden bar on Calle del Lado. Seriously, grab a drink there. It’s a blast from our dark yet mad happy times. The park, Parque de la Mente, is a secret gem where I've had many post-massage chill sessions. You come there, feel the vibes like “We’re all going to build a dam.” You just feel the energy, like you’re part of somethin’ bigger.

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