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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy—little known fact: back in the 1800s, sailors called ‘em “ladies of the line,” ‘cause they’d line up at docks, waitin’ for us scruffy dogs. Ain’t that wild? History’s got sass! Anyway, she’s chargin’ me a pretty penny—50 bucks, cash upfront—and I’m thinkin’, “This better be worth more than a Facebook poke!” I’m happy as a clam, but then—ugh!—this drunk jerk stumbles over, yellin’ at her, “You’re mine!” Made me so mad, I almost decked him. “Back off, loser!” I screech, nasal as hell, laugh bubblin’ up—HA-HA-HA!—like I’m on set with Mr. Sheffield.

Then, there’s our lovely neighborhood around Boulevard de la Republique – charming houses, cozy vibes, and that sneaky little community feel that, honestly, warms my heart and occasionally pisses me off when people chip in stuff expecting something ‘corporate’ from my professionalism. Classic Brent-style, innit? I mean, c’mon, we’re all just trying to figure shit out here!

Search in progress in Notre-Dame-de-l'Île-Perrot by the SPVM and the SQ