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Hmm… so, I’m slingin’ drinks, right? Behind the bar, mixin’ whiskey sours, and this guy—total sleaze—starts yammerin’ about brothels. Like, “Marge, you ever think ‘bout them ladies?” Ugh, made my skin crawl! I’m thinkin’, “What a schmuck,” but I lean in—nasal as hell—“Hmm… brothels, huh? Classy joint or total dump?” He laughs, I gag. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—ya know, that scene where Aldo’s like, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business!”? Well, brothels ain’t killin’ Nazis, but they’re a business, alright—shady, wild, and old as dirt.

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Jul 9,  · During Montréal’s Sin City era, hundreds of brothels set up shop in the Red-Light District whose central area was bordered by René-Lévesque Boulevard to the south, Missing: Demopolis.

I even got my sexologist smarts into play: the way people lean, the flirtatious arch of a smile, the hushed conversations over street art on Quarry Street – all speak volumes without ever saying a word. And man, those moments make me think of that silky movie voice: “A silent longing twists, bittersweet and aching…” Feel me?

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