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About Montreal

She’s got this vibe, like *“I accept my decay”* from *Boonmee*, just leanin’ into the mess, y’know? Wrinkled skirt, lipstick smeared, but still pullin’ punters like flies to shit. Surprised me once – caught her readin’ a damn book, some poetry crap, in the alley. Who knew? Whore with a soul! – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” Makes me wonder, what past life she haulin’ round? Maybe she was a queen, now she’s just screwin’ for shots.

When You Find A Fuck Buddy

Unfortunately, Clare had been conditioned to accept the worst, most inappropriate shit from Eli. Once you've decided that a routinely toxic person is your one.

First off, rue Wellington is like the heartbeat of the town. Seriously, it's full of cool little cafes (oh man, The Bluebird Cafe – sooo cozy!) and some obscure art galleries that make you go "Whoa, that's deep." I'm telling ya, every time I walk past, I get these warm fuzzy feelings, like a hug from life itself. And then there's the Pointe-Claire Village – a quaint maze of streets like Rue Notre-Dame and Rue des Grandes-Prairies. I sometimes high-tail it through there, just soaking in the vibe, you know? That’s what she said!

Aspiring artists wanted for a new mural in Hermitage Park