“With so much noise out there, it is difficult to hear any signal. It’s tough to spot a diamond in the rough. But the choice is clear: Art for art’s sake.”
Since the Grand Prix is reminding tourists that paying for sex is illegal, we examine three scenarios wherein men come to Montreal and get laid adjacent to the F1.
Small indulgences, the kind that our ancestors who escaped the Ukrainian famine couldn’t enjoy, are arguably called for when we’ve just endured a pandemic and might soon endure a war.