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About Montreal

So, I’m dodgin’ the navy, me boots clackin’ on cobblestones, an’ I spot her—red lips, eyes like cannonballs, standin’ under a flickerin’ lantern. “What we need’s an impulse!” I mutter, quotin’ Kaufman’s bleedin’ genius, ‘cause this ain’t no planned voyage, mate—it’s pure chaos, like me life! I swagger over, tippin’ me hat, an’ she’s all, “Wot’s yer coin, pirate?” Coin? Ha! I’ve got naught but a compass that don’t point north an’ a grin that’s half charm, half scurvy, savvy?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Man, I remember my development days—coding profiles on dim screens. Late nights at Comet Lane in the rain. “This is our launch,” I’d mutter. And lo, the city sparkled, lit up by determination!

Strathmore resident Claude Brown puts in bid to run for town council