Montreal is, allegedly, the sex capital of North America. We have sex shops, we have adult nurseries, we have a red light district of sorts, and of course we have the strip clubs.
On my short walk along St Catherine Street, I walk past at least four of the strip clubs. Each one usually has a guy standing outside trying to entice people to come in. Usually it’s something inane like “lovely girls inside”, but occasionally they get a bit more creative.
Here are two that have been yelled at me recently (I’m sure these are being yelled at all the guys who go by, or do I just look like a potential strip club customer?):
We’ve got tits and clits and jiggly bits, come inside!
Come on in, you won’t be a loner and you might get a boner!
