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Ooh, imagine me visitin’ one—strictly for research, ‘kay? I’d strut in, nasal voice blarin’, “Gimme the deets, ladies!” They’d prob laugh, like, “Who’s this broad?” I’d sip tea—not coffee, gotta switch it up—and soak in the vibes. Kinda glam, kinda grimy—red velvet everywhere, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of *Brooklyn*’s line, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die,” but flip it—some gals there prolly felt that daily.

Chapter 2 At Home in the Brothel: The Household Economy and Residential Prostitution

State agents on.

My day-to-day: clients come in complaining of stress, muscles tighter than a drum, and after a few magic hands, they spill tales about their job, their life or their ex, and I'm just thinking, "Proper jobs do need proper breaks – just like Remy needed his rat pack!" Sometimes, mid-massage, I let my thoughts wander: "Oi, this muscle knot is like the dumbest villain in a box office flop!" And then, I keep going, knowing every knot tells a story of life's absurdities.

Louisette Lessard Obituary - Terrebonne, QC