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About Montreal

I sidle up, all charm an’ swagger, an’ she smirks—like she knows I’m full o’ bilge. “What’s authentic here?” I slur, quotin’ me movie, an’ she just winks, says, “Me, maybe. Or not.” Cheeky minx! Got me heart racin’, I tell ye. She’s a tease, a thief o’ souls, an’ I’m half-mad fer it. Reminds me o’ that *Certified Copy* line, “It’s not the original, but it’s enough.” Aye, she ain’t no pure maiden, but who gives a rat’s arse? She’s realer than most.

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At Rideau Street, there’s a doomed little joint I like—good grub and loud chaos, whatevs. I’ve seen dates start tangled there. It reminds me of The Master’s chaos (Paul Thomas Anderson, 2012)—wild, messy, with untamed edges. Something about that film’s pulse just jives with Moose-Jaw’s underbelly.

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