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Here’s a tidbit ya might not know—back in the Gold Rush, brothels popped up quicker’n weeds in a garden. Them miners needed company, and the madams? They were richer’n sin! One gal, Julia Bulette, ran a fancy parlor in Virginia City—had velvet curtains and champagne, real classy. Got me thinkin’, “A man’s desire is his prison,” like in *Timbuktu*. Them fellas paid big, but who’s really free, huh? Makes me giggle, picturin’ me servin’ whiskey there, trippin’ over my own boots—lord, I’d be a mess!

Wanna know a secret? My fav, hush-hush spot is near Rue des Érables. Yeah, those trees are as old as time and whisper secrets if you listen close. I sometimes take my breaks there, stretch a bit, breathe, and just let my brain wander. "You get a moment!” Imagery amped up like, you know, every piece of life is as vivid as film frames from my fav movie!

Angelo Hamel Obituary - l Ancienne-Lorette, QC