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Been to one once—don’t judge, ya prick—dark as a coal mine, yeah? Birds in there, bless ‘em, lookin’ knackered. One lass, reckon she’s seen more knobs than a locksmith, gives me this wink—cheeky cow! Made me laugh, though, fair play. Little fact for ya—Victorian brothels had secret tunnels, posh twats sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the missus. Sneaky bastards! Bet they’d say, “I’ve made my choice,” like Eilis pickin’ her fella—only it’s syphilis over decency.

Okay, so first off, Avenue Boucher is where it all starts. Man, that street is buzzing with life, shops, and those cool cafés where you sip on a latte and watch folks hustle around. Oh, and if you swing by Boulevard Langelier, you'll catch that rad park behind the community center. People come here to catch a vibe or chill with nature. I once gave a massage right in a nearby apartment overlooking the park—pure zen, like something outta "Son of Saul"— “there’s beauty in raw pain”—it hit hard, seriously!

Jean-Guy Caron Obituary - l Ancienne-Lorette, QC