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About Montreal

So we’re talkin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t so bad.” She’s got stories—real gritty ones. One time, some dude paid her in quarters! QUARTERS! I’m dyin’ laughin’, picturin’ her luggin’ a sack o’ coins home. “The Gleaners” again—“A hand picks, a heart chooses.” She’s pickin’ through life, makin’ it work. I’m almost proud, y’know? But then—oh, then—she asks, “You buyin’ or what?” I freeze. Panic! “Uh, no, just… research!” I blurt. She rolls her eyes, walks off. I’m mortified! Research? Who says that?!

Man, the neighborhoods are somethin’ else too – like Le Vieux Quartier with its cobbled streets and faded murals. Some say these walls hide stories. I say, every crack is a secret smile. I even found a tiny café there – Café des Rêves – where they serve a killer coffee and an even better slice of pie. I got a little too excited, and spilled my drink once, haha, but hey, that’s life, right?

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