oh dear. A guy walking in the other direction was like, “yeah, I’d fuck her.” Oh dear. There are so many whoooores on St Laurent, and I mean that in the best possible way. There are a lot of gold-digging females and if you go South of where I live there are straight-up Hookers. If I’m walking home through there they ask me if I want a blowjob, and I smile and say ‘no thank you.’
St Laurent drives me crazy cause it’s so ‘fake’ and weird, but I love it too. It’s so bloody interesting. It’s better than TV (and almost as vapid). But then, isn’t vapidity the most interesting thing? ie… Elimidate.
If you go north to St Laurent and Mont Royal there’s this Lebanese resto. You hang out there till about 3 am, when the clubs let out, and you get to watch a live Elimidate show. These beefy guys get in fights and try to pick up these silly Christina Aguilera whooooores. So so funny/scary.
PS. I don mean no disrespect, I’ve met girls and guys like this and I got respect for them, but – like Jay-Z said – “if you’s a ho ima call you a ho.” The girls are alright, tho, they just get in too much trouble. The guys get more dangerous and, um, evil. I wish there was a word for Male Sluts… Mutts… I don’t know, tell me if you know any words.
Besides all that shit, today felt like this Nightmares on Wax MP3, 70s-80s. If I had a soundtrack as I was walking around the Plateau this song’d be on it fo sho. We’re retro like that.