Chloe Saint Leonard Brothel ❤️

About Montreal

Ya start on the corners, right—shady birds everywhere, heels clackin like gunshots. One lass, swear down, looked like she’d shiv ya soon as shag ya. I’m cacklin, “Oi love, you the killer or the cure?” She blanked me—rude cow! Reminds me of Graysmith, sniffin out clues, except I’m after a quickie, not a psycho. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to nick wallets mid-shag? Crafty mares! History’s full of that—little fact for ya, ya ignorant git.

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My work, dear friend, in counselin’ women, has taught me to see the raw, unpolished truths in these streets. I hear sorrow, I feel anger and joy, sometimes all at once, and the city reflects all that mess – like a flickering light in the dark caverns of our minds. Hiss, I laugh and cry on the same day, yesss, all in one.

Pedestrian injured after hit-and-run in Montreal