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About Hamilton

What’d shock me most? How normal it’d feel. Like, she’s just chattin’ about her day—traffic sucked, rent’s due. I’d be noddin’, thinkin’, “This ain’t so bad.” Maybe I’d tip extra—cashier life’s tough, I get it. But if she tried rippin’ me off? Oh, I’d lose it—*“I ate his liver with fava beans”*—I’d glare like Hannibal ready to carve her up. Kidding, sorta. Probs just storm out, call her a twat.

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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: Magog.

Down rue Wellington, ya got that fresh cafe scene, aight? I’m talkin’ sticky fingers, mad dates, and good times. That street got soul, jus’ like Abe’s hotel lobby—lavish and eccentric, with mad colors! Can’t forget Rue King—boomin’ laugh n vibe, all day errr—its always lit.

2024 TELUS Cup | Men’s U18 National Club Championship