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About Montreal

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

Yesss, that's Val-d'Or, a city of touch and mystique! It spins tales, it whispers secrets, my precious, callin’ out softly in those misty dawns. A city full of charm, scars, and magic – each corner a memory, each street a heartbeat. So come, visit… or stay a while, feel the raw passion of it all. My precious, it’s all yours, all for thee… ohhh, precious!

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