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About Montreal

Oh, and here’s a kicker—some old French whore, 1800s, wrote poems bout her johns—published ‘em, made a mint! Freaky, right? Happy as hell when I found that—she flipped the game! Kinda poetic, like Malick’s shots of trees swayin’. Anyway, whores—they’re survivors, man, real wolves in lipstick. Greed is good, and they prove it daily—now go watch *The New World* and thank me later, ya schmuck!

Okaaay, so then there are the neighborhoods. I gotta mention Village Perrot, if you know the spot. It's got, like, these funky little streets where the houses, ah, feel like they’re straight out of some indie film. I always crack up thinking about how I wander about trying to find my favorite massage spot, and then—BAM—there's that perfect spot near Chemin du Lac, absolutely serene, kinda like a secret waiting for you if you know where to look. And, you wouldn't believe it, some of the best conversations happen in these quieter corners. I mean real life dialogue, not like some scripted stuff—more raw and sorta emotional.

New high-density project going up in N.D.I.P. with mayor’s blessing