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Oi, mate, so brothel, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, I reckon it’s a wild gig. Me, James Bond, head of the lab, suave as fuck, I’ve seen some shit. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history lessons with tits. Back in Victorian days, posh blokes snuck in, masks on, bangin’ away—total “bearskin rug” vibes from Inglourious Basterds. “That’s a bingo!” I’d yell, watchin’ em stumble out, trousers half-down.

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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: Magog.

Down rue Wellington, ya got that fresh cafe scene, aight? I’m talkin’ sticky fingers, mad dates, and good times. That street got soul, jus’ like Abe’s hotel lobby—lavish and eccentric, with mad colors! Can’t forget Rue King—boomin’ laugh n vibe, all day errr—its always lit.

An Eastern Townships first: Sani-Estrie and the City of Magog team up to offer greener household waste removal