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But the stench—goddamn, it’d choke ya. Sweat, cheap perfume, regret—mixes like a bad stew. Made me angry, too—pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, actin’ big. Scum. I’d fantasize slittin’ their throats, servin’ ‘em up with a nice amarone. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—knows a meal when he sees one. One time, heard a story—Victorian brothel, London, right? Had a secret room for “special tastes.” Whips, chains, even a fuckin’ goat once! Goat! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—fits the vibe.

Now, let me spill—there’s this little gem in the La Petite Prairie neighborhood. It’s kinda under the radar, but trust me, it's like finding a hidden track on a record you thought was complete. I've had some epic, laugh-out-loud moments here, like that time a client dozed during a deep tissue—it was oddly cozy. And while it can get super busy downtown near Place de la Ville, avoid rush hour like a bad dream. Ugh, so maddening sometimes, seriously!

André Beaudoin Obituary - l Ancienne-Lorette, QC