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Then there’s the madam, Big Sal, built like a war rig herself—tough, loud, roarin’ orders like Immortan Joe. “Witness me!” she’d bellow, struttin’ past, keepin’ the chaos in line. She’s got this cracked leather book, right? Keeps tabs on every punter since ‘98—little known fact, that. Says it’s her “legacy,” like she’s breedin’ a dynasty outta this shithole. Caught her once weepin’ over it—surprised me, that did. Big Sal, cryin’? Thought she’d sooner spit fire.

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The notoriety of taverns, booze and a brothel led to a rowdy reputation for the city. Below are a few digitized photos from the book (see.

Now lemme tell ya, this city ain’t perfect—nah, sometimes it gets under my skin. Like last Tuesday, working on a client's back in a cramped flat on Laurier Ave, I overheard some rants. “Why can’t we just let it be?” echoed through the room… just like in Caché: “Il n’y a rien ici!” Strangely poetic, right? Some folks say that line sums the city's hidden struggles.

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