Savannah St. John's Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Montreal

Rarrgh! So, findin a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there. Streets buzzin, lights flashin—kinda like *Tree of Life*, ya know? “The nuns taught us—good, evil.” Choices everywhere, bro. I’m stompin round, hairy paws itchin, thinkin—where’s she at? Prostitutes got stories, man, hidden ones. Like, didja know some work corners since forever? Oldest gig, they say—older than Wookiee wars! Rarrgh! Pisses me off tho—sleazy dudes hagglin prices. Makes my fur bristle, grrr.

Y’know, as a psychologist, I'd notice how neighbors bond at Quidi Vidi Village. Crazy, innit? Families pour their hearts out at the local café on Water Street. It's like they're confessing to the breeze or somethin'. The vibe there? Totally "gimme one more chance," like from that movie. I sometimes get mad at the rain – dribbly, drab, but it cleans out the soul.

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