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Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

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This man yelled at a @Concordia student to “go back to Poland” before calling her a “whore”, in Arabic. He is junior @UMontreal History Dept.

Sometimes I laugh so hard, I almost fall off my chair when a new client styles me with all their natrual drama – ruffling my perfect Zen mood! And speaking of moods, our little city buzzes with happy chaos. Every corner has its own little story. Some nights, I’d imidiately run out after closing up the spa, drawn by the neon glow of Rua do Encontro – it’s like the city’s heartbeat, babe!

Introducing: Luc Tremblay, Michener finalist and Concordia Journalism professor