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Still, brothels got this weird pull—history’s messy, man! Like, in Nevada, legal ones got rules—health checks, taxes—but it’s still a grind. Girls tellin’ me, “Bernie, it’s a job,” and I’m like, “Yeah, but who’s screwin’ who?” Haha, get it? I’m ramblin’ now—brain’s buzzin’—but imagine this: alien Scarlett Johansson strollin’ in, “What are you?” she’d ask the madam. Me, I’d be outside, yellin’, “Shut it down, comrades!” Passionate, raspy, “Billionaires should not exist!”—that’s my battle cry, folks!

Montréal’s historic Red-Light District

We walk into the first brothel; only red lights illuminate the shadows of utter darkness inside. The heavy smell of incense and alcohol, along with the pulsing music, adds to the stifling .

I love every crevice of PRed-Chute (us). I'm always in awe – like, what the heck, this is art in action. It's raw, it's messy, it's heart; you feel it in each step. If you can vibe with imperfection, you'll get it, man.

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