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Rarrgh! Got me wonderin’—prostitutes been around forever, yeah? Fun fact: ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called ‘em “lupae”—she-wolves, howling for cash. How badass is that? Made me grin, thinkin’ bout it. But then—bam!—this dude tries rippin’ her off. Pissed me off, growlin’ loud, Rarrgh! Ain’t nobody deserve that, even in this gig. Stepped in, all heroic, felt like Cobb savin’ the day. “We need to go deeper,” I mutter—haha, cheesy, right?

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Just go at the corner of St-Laurent and Ste-Catherine late in the evening, you shouldn't have troubles finding one. Noy judging you here; if finding sex was as easy for us as it easy for a .

I gotta say, Moree’s got its quirks. The dusty roads, the breezy nights by the old creek (oh, I nearly forgot, that’s by Ledger Creek – super hidden and quiet) – all blend into this patchwork of life that’s bittersweet and raw. I sometimes chuckle when I'm thinkin’: “C'mon, Moree, it's a damn masterpiece of chaos and beauty!” And yeah, sometimes I shout, “Say hello to my little friend!” when I’m in a mood, it gets the chuckles goin'.

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