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About Montreal

Now, don’t go thinkin’ it’s all pervy—like, sure, it’s sexy, hands all over, but it’s art too, ya dummy! Them pros know pressure points like Max knows nitro boosts. Still, I seen some shady joints—grubby dudes, sticky floors—made me madder’n a wet hen. Ain’t no “shiny and chrome” there, just sleaze. Stick to the legit spots, pal—fool me once, right?

Then there’s Old Town, all cobbled streets and historic vibes. I get super nostalgic here. The neighborhood, kind of like a warm blanket for the soul, reminds me that sometimes life just needs a hug. I love sittin’ at the bench outside the local donut joint – oh boy, donuts, mmm – and watchin’ people go by. The park nearby, Liberty Park, is my secret chill zone. It’s got these tall trees and a little creek that babbles soft secrets. Sometimes I whisper, “Hey, buddy, do you think life has gotta be messy?” And the trees just stand there like, “D’oh, heck, just relax!”

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