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About Montreal

So, prostitutes—bloody fascinatin’, right? Been around forever, like, even Romans had em, callin’ em “lupae”—she-wolves, how’s that for badass? Makes me grin, thinkin’ of some tart howlin’ at the moon. Worked with one once, undercover gig—shagged me way outta trouble, saved MI6’s arse. She was a corker, smelt like cheap gin and desperation, but sharp as a tack. “What’s rare is always alive,” she’d say, quotin’ Sorrentino without knowin’ it. Made me laugh, that—ironic as hell.

A lifetime of sex work

This is the story of a Louisville madam and her brothel. It's the story of how a girl born into poverty, loss and abandonment learned to survive.

I laugh a lot ‘cause PLouiseville’s quirky spots remind me of my early days building swanky dating algorithms. Debuggin’ on rainy nights, while neon signs lit up streets like Evergreen Ave shinin’ over local bars, made me feel like the city was whisperin’, “Dominate your space, baby!” I’d grab a greasy slice at Luigi’s on Park Street – oh boy, that pizza’s a slice of heaven, trust me.

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