Evelyn Mont Royal Brothel ❤️

About Montreal

Me, I’ve seen brothels in ports—grubby, loud, stinkin’ o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Once, in Tortuga, saw a lass with a parrot—aye, a parrot!—sittin’ on ‘er shoulder, squawkin’ prices. Swear on me hat, funnier’n a barrel o’ monkeys! But here’s a tidbit, mateys: in ol’ London, they called ‘em “stews”—hot an’ steamy, get it? Little fact fer ye, straight from me noggin.

Sexy Time!!!

In the ’s brothels were very common in this area and out in the open. So much so that soldiers preparing to embark for Europe in the ’s were being infected with venereal .

My profession teaches me little quirks. Families bond in parks, sometimes under the calm river. I notice the unspoken. I'm happy, a bit mad, and constantly surprised.

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