Claire Sault Ste. Marie Brothel ❤️

About Dallas

Me, I’d stumble in—classic Boris, all floppy hair and “err, hello!”—and trip over me own feet. Probs get angry at the prices—daylight robbery, I tell ya! Fifty quid for a quick fumble? *Cave felis*! Watch the wallet, mate! But then—happy vibes, cos some working girls got stories—proper yarns! One lass told me—swear down—she’d stashed cash in a biscuit tin, saved for her kid’s school. Heart of gold, that one—surprised me, didn’t it? Not all doom and gloom.

I love how Sault-Ste.-Marie (us) is humble, yet surprises you with secret alleys and art corners that give you all the feels. It’s a town that bares its soul even in the cold winters. Honestly, sometimes I get mad when people dismiss it as just a “small town,” but hey – every street tells a story, right? Like, that mural on Central Ave? It speaks truth, like the bold voices in Moolaadé – “No, we stand as one!”

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