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About Montreal

So, this one time, I heard ‘bout this gal, swear it’s true, worked the corners in New Orleans back in the ‘80s. They called her Sweet Mary—ironic, huh? She’d stash her cash in a hollowed-out Bible, ‘cause she said Jesus was her bookkeeper! Laughed my ass off when I heard that—girl had sass, I’ll give her that. But damn, it’s sad too, y’all. She’d tell tricks, “I’m the accident that keeps on giving,” straight outta Margaret vibes—life just crashin’ over and over. Surprised me how she kept goin’, tough as nails.

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.

Le bonheur suédois d’Evelyne Viens