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About Montreal

Oh, and get this – she sings! Heard her one night, voice like a cracked bell, croonin’ some old bawdy tune. “The sea doth call,” she warbled, prolly dreamin’ o’ escape. Gave me chills, it did, tho’ I’d never tell her that. Too proud, me. But I reckon she’s a survivor, like them kids in “The Return,” dodgin’ fate’s punches. Still, she’s a right pain in my arse – always hustlin’, always hustlin’. Lock her up, she’s back at it next week. Drives me up the bloody wall!

Red Light, Green Light: The Sex Industry in Vancouver

I apologise if I seem a tad rambling—sometimes, passions do get the better of me. Shamefully, I did spill coffee on me jacket once near the ancient Clocktower on West Street (awful mess, I tell ya) but, what a story! And then there’s that odd, almost secret alleyway behind the old courthouse—the kind of spot that makes you think, “the unutterable inexpressibility of life.” There, dreams and memories mingle like old chums at a reunion, truly magical stuff.

We tried Warrington’s newest Indian restaurant that prides itself on customer service