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I keep movin’, boots hittin’ pavement, when another one pops up—blonde, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a Tarantino flick. “You look lonely, sugar,” she says. Lonely? I’m happier than a pig in mud alone, ya harpy. “I’m gonna scalp ya if ya don’t scram,” I mutter, channelin’ Aldo. She blinks, confused. Good. Hate when they don’t get it. Did ya know, in old France, they branded prostitutes with a fleur-de-lis? Marked ‘em like cattle. Brutal, but kinda badass.

Yo, let me tell ya 'bout L'Ancienne-Lorette (ca)! This city? Simply wild, b-b-bewildering. Imma speak from the heart, like Oprah shoutin’ “You get a car!”—undeniably the best vibes. I been here as a masseur, yeah, and my fingers know every nook n’ cranny of these streets.

Monique Dionne Obituary - l Ancienne-Lorette, QC