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Now, I ain’t judgin’—live and let live, fam—but some shit pisses me off. Dudes struttin’ in, actin’ like kings, leavin’ girls hollow-eyed. Makes me wanna yell, “Man, you ain’t no hero!” Then there’s the girls—some laughin’, some cryin’, some just numb. One time, heard a story ‘bout a madam in New Orleans, 1800s, who spiked the whiskey with opium—kept the johns comin’ back, droolin’ like fools. Smart hustle, but damn, that’s cold. Surprised me, tho—thought I’d seen it all.

Statement regarding public safety and the arrest of individuals in Côte Saint-Luc

So, bud, if you wanna see life in its raw, real form, hit Côte-Saint-Luc. Its streets, parks, and people will make ya laugh, cry, and see love in a whole new way. You might be surprised by the twist at every corner – much like Amour’s heart-wrenching truth. Ova here, Gabagool style, you get the picture. Enjoy the ride, and keep it real, capisce?

Don't gather for Shabbat dinner, rabbis and public health authorities tell Jewish Montrealers