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So, picture this—Hannibal Lecter strollin in. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d purr, sizin up the clientele. Some greasy dude in the corner—prolly tastes like regret. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. They’re history lessons—did ya know ancient Pompeii had em? Lupanar, they called it—walls scratched with dirty reviews. “Thais screws like a beast”—true story, carved right in! Makes me chuckle, them old pervs.

Le commerce illicite du sexe à Trois-Rivières entre 1850 et 1916

Then there’s Parc de l’île Saint-Quentin. Such a chill spot, man! Lush green trees make you feel alive and free. I ran there once (nah, sprinted, realizing a bug in my dating code) when I got mad about a bug but left laughing at how calm nature can be! Trees, birds, me in a mad dash—typical day in Trois-Rivières!