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I’m wandering, half-pissed, thinking, “This is grim.” Then—bam!—this fit one, all legs, smirks at me. “Fancy a go, love?” she says. I’m like, “Christ, you’re bold!” Heart’s racing, not cos I’m horny, but cos it’s surreal. Reminds me of that *Yi Yi* line, “Why’s life so loud?” Cos it bloody is! She’s chatting me up, says she’s called Jade—probably fake, who cares? Tells me she once shagged a copper to dodge a fine. Little fact for ya—cops’ve been punters forever. Dirty sods.

Does Montreal still have a red light district?

I’m trying to keep it cool, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, what were you thinking?” I radio for help, and while I’m waiting, I’m just standing there, watching the chaos unfold. A couple of kids are playing soccer in the street, and one of ‘em kicks the ball right into a fountain. Water everywhere! I’m laughing, but also thinking, “Great, just what I need. Wet shoes.”

The Monreale Cathedral has unveiled its newly restored mosaics