Emilia Cote Saint Luc Whore ❤️❤️

About Quebec City

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

Statement regarding public safety and the arrest of individuals in Côte Saint-Luc

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Alright, listen up, I gotta tell ya 'bout Côte-Saint-Luc, ca – my kinda town, ya know? It's this hidden gem near Montreal, but with its own vibe. I been livin’ here for years, workin’ on our fancy dating app, so I seen stuff most folks miss. I'mma give ya the lowdown, Tony Soprano style, capisce?

Montreal Jews no longer feel safe in city: Côte-St-Luc mayor