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So, listen. You wanna find one? Check the dives. Shady bars, motels. Places smellin’ like regret. Girls there, they got stories. Sad ones, mostly. I once met this dame. Called herself Ruby. Real name? Hell, nobody knows. She laughed, said, “Life’s a shop window.” Straight outta *Carol*, that vibe. All polished outside. Broken inside. Broke my damn heart.

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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 .

Ok, so first off, Moree is a mash-up of culture and heat. The artesian hot spsrings here? Mad chill, bro – they got this vibe like you’re steppin’ into another world. I always joke, “The Turin Horse… it’s just life, ya dig?” as I massage folks who come in stressed from the heat or from life’s crazy punch. I been seein’ all sorts of characters, ya know.

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