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About Ottawa

So, check it – these pleasure pads? Been around forever, baby! Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars – wolf dens, how’s that for a kinky zinger? Makes me wanna howl, yeah! Fast forward, Victorian era, posh gents sneakin’ in, top hats and all – hypocritical sods, actin’ all prim then bangin’ like bunnies! Gets me riled up, the cheek of it!

Ya see, I stroll down all these alleys and I feel the pulse of the city. From Parc Martial-Valois, bursting with trees and stray squirrels, to our beloved, murky Harricana River, where the mist flows at dawn. My massages, ohhh, they’ve felt the passion of every corner, my friend. I gave yer friend that “miraculous touch” on Rue des Aiguilles once, yes, my precious, while murmuring, “I’m free,” just like in that movie, or… something like that! It’s raw, it’s real, and oh so messy!

McCallum thriving in Val d’Or