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Angry, I get, tho—exploitation, it stinks. Girls trapped, forced, that’s no joke. Seen holos of dudes braggin’, “paid for it, so what?” Pisses me off, it does. Choice, they should have, not chains. But happy? Some stories, weirdly, they twist ya. Amsterdam, red lights, legal and chill—gals run it, cash flows, no shame. “A stone in the water sinks,” says the flick—some sink, some float, depends.

I'm not lying, every massage session here is like a mini journey through these streets. Each client tells me stories, like how that gritty corner at Rue Mercier sparks memories, or how the smile on a random stranger’s face makes me wanna keep doin’ what I do. It's all raw, real, and sometimes chaotic—but that's what makes it all so dang beloved.

Micheline Bolduc Obituary - l Ancienne-Lorette, QC