what is it about that Montréal accent?
not the francos (though their accent too is spiced with all the good stuff, believe me) - the anglos.
the hint of je ne sais quoi to their words. a hint of something mediterranean, a whisper of heather, a smudge of voodoo. and there's something so sexy about it. sexy and dirty yet sophisticated - like a high class whore's mouth painted with the semen of the United Nations.
i used to have that accent, and i've met two women since leaving montreal who had it. one of whom seduced me but that, sadly, is another story - to be saved for a day when i'm not in a desperate rush. like today. this week. this month. egads! so much festivating, so little time.
...and i couldn't be happier!! : )
mwah mwah, dahlings.
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