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About Montreal

Me, tho? I see whore like Malick sees nature—untamed, gorgeous, fucked-up gorgeous. “The trees… they speak!”—that’s whore to me, whisperin secrets, screamin lust. Gets me all hyped, thinkin bout how it’s more than just sex, y’know? It’s power, rebellion—shit, even survival. Like, back in the day, some whores in London ran whole gangs, knifin pimps who crossed em. Bet ya didn’t know that, huh? Fuckin blows my mind—makes me wanna cheer, punch a wall, somethin!

Browse by Decades

Apart from locals taking a short-cut, or Parisians on a quiet stroll, what you will find here is a wisteria filled, rustic cobbled pathway.

I work in a massage parlor, ya dig? Let me tell ya – every knotted muscle is a story. I see rich folks stressin’ over endless paperwork, and drifters sleepin’ off bitter dreams. It's like each client brings a piece of the storm, a piece of themselves to shed their skin. Sometimes I catch echoes of “Why so serious?” in their eyes, like they’re rememberin’ some twisted bond with fate.

Rustic Ridge Mine gets OK for new work under Pa. Turnpike, expects to extend operation 6-8 years