Aria L'ile Perrot Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, so I’m thinkin’—findin’ a prostitute, huh? Pretty, pretty good idea, maybe, or maybe not! I mean, jeez, where do ya even start? Back in the day, ya had street corners, right? Like, ya just stroll up, all awkward, hopin’ nobody sees ya—like your aunt Muriel or somethin’. “What’s Larry doin’ over there?” Nothin’, Muriel, mind your beeswax! Now it’s all online, apps, websites—bam, digital hookups. Kinda wild, kinda creepy, honestly. I’m sittin’ there, scrollin’, thinkin’, “Am I really doin’ this?” Like Marco in *Talk to Her*, ya know? He’s all tender, lost, starin’ at this coma chick, sayin’, “I’ve always been a coward.” That’s me, pal—too chicken to even click “book now”!

Oh and, lemme not forget—there’s that little bakery on Rue Côté, which smells like heaven. The smell of fresh croissants always stops me mid-rant. I'm like, “Damn, life’s short, get a croissant!” Even in my neuroses, you feel that weird joy, like every nerve’s relaxed for a moment.

Former Trudeau cabinet minister, Marc Lalonde, to discuss his Île-Perrot roots