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Prostitutes, man, they’re a puzzle. Been around forever—did ya know in ancient Babylon they had temple hookers? Sacred sex workers, bangin’ for the gods! Wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ some priest pimpin’ em out—holy hustle! But real talk, it pisses me off how folks judge em. Like, society’s all “tsk tsk,” but who’s payin’ em? Hypocrites, mate, bloody hypocrites. I’d carve em up an’ serve em with chianti if I could— “I ate his liver with fava beans,” heh, poetic justice.

RE/MAX HORIZON

I must share a quirk: I like sit on bench by sidewalk near Rue des Fleurs (typo: Flwoers sometimes light funny), watch birds, feel like spirit fly. And gossips, oh man, so juicy sometimes! Not all spots known, hidden alley behind Centre Technique, filled with murals, colors like dreams—gorgeous art, totally "magnifico!"

Montréal a 375 ans, mais quel âge ont ses bâtiments?