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About Montreal

After, I’m skippin’ back to the ship, lighter in the wallet but floatin’—so happy I could cry! Surprised me how chill she was, like she’s seen a thousand mes. Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe she’s the queen of the docks, ruler of all prossies! In my head, I’m plannin’—next port, I’m findin’ her again. “The Social Network” vibes hit hard—“I’m CEO, b*tch!”—‘cept I’m just a sailor with a boner and a dream. HA-HA-HA! Moral? Ports got perks, doll—find a prostitute, live a little!

Active Bodies, Active Lives

Main St. is the pulsin’ heart. Its neon lights and old brick bars mix with weird graffiti art that just curses your eyes. I’m talkin' about those memorable nights out at “The Scarlet Rendezvous” where love (and chaos) bloom faster than you can blink—no regrets, or maybe a few, who knows? Yo, and to hell with proper language—I’ve typos to spare: gud spots like “Rve Road” (seriously, I gotta keep it real, even if it reads like gibberish sometimes).

Clara Evelyn Stanislow (Wakish) of Dartmouth, Nova Scotia | 1935 - 2025 | Obituary