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I’m picturin it now—me, channelin WALL-E, rollin down some shady street, all curious and clumsy. “WALL-E needs a pal,” I giggle to myself, but damn, it’s not that simple! I’m pissed tho—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Shady dudes, weird vibes—makes my skin crawl. But then, I’m like, “Hold up, Tay, you’re a badass.” I shake it off, laughin—prostitute huntin ain’t for the faint-hearted, y’all!

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Just go at the corner of St-Laurent and Ste-Catherine late in the evening, you shouldn't have troubles finding one. Noy judging you here; if finding sex was as easy for us as it easy for a Missing: Sainte Maxime.

I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But the crowd loves it. I’m just standin’ there, laughin’ and clappin’ like a fool. It’s a weird mix of emotions, ya know?

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