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Surprised me though, the quiet. Thought it’d be all moans and chaos, but nah – eerie as fuck. Like that bit in the movie, “That era has passed,” silent as a graveyard. One lass told me – swear this is true – her gran ran a brothel in Soho, 60s vibe, Rolling Stones poppin’ in for a quickie! Mick Jagger shaggin’ in a backroom – imagine that, the strutty prick! Adds a bit of glam, don’t it? Still, it’s a mucky game. Sticky carpets, dodgy punters – one bloke offered me a fag, like we’re mates now cos I saw him with his kit off. “Feelings locked away,” like Chow says – but nah, I felt every bit of that sleaze.

Lac-Brome Museum and Children's Museum

Hmm... so like, welcome to Lac-Brome, ca, eh? Ahh, let me tell ya, it's a real gem, I swear. You drive down Rue Principale – oh my gosh, that street's like the heartbeat of the town. It's old school, you know? And then there's Chemin du Lac; it's pretty chill, ya got views of the lake that make you go "Hmm... wow." I remind myself of that spot every time I pass – and trust me, as a pleasure coach, it's like a sensory overload, in a good way.

Her son was killed by provincial police, now this Lac-Brome mother wants answers