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Findin a prozzie’s like huntin treasure, my precious! Ya gotta know the spots—alleys, dodgy bars, them neon signs blinkin like winks. Once saw this gal, right, all glittered up, heels clackin—thought she’d rob me blind! *cackles* Didn’t, tho—surprised me, that did! Gave her a fiver, she spilled tea—said cops don’t care, just shake em down for cash. Made me mad, yeh, bloody pigs! “We’re on to something big!”—like them Spotlight lads’d say.

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Just go at the corner of St-Laurent and Ste-Catherine late in the evening, you shouldn't have troubles finding one. Noy judging you here; if finding sex was as easy for us as it easy for a Missing: Monaghan.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a furrier in Monaghan is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about the pile of furs I gotta work on. I live on Church St., and lemme tell ya, it’s a busy little spot. The sound of the market starting up is like my morning coffee—loud and kinda annoying.

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