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I love being in Montreal. Soft mouths, loose lips, and eyes that never questioned why I leaned in so close. I’ve sampled what I needed. But I’m not done tasting.

I don’t advertise often. I prefer the wind in my hair, the hum of an engine beneath me, and the silence between two strangers who understand discretion. The mission, if you dare accept it, is not for the faint of heart, and certainly not for the tame. If you know your way around horsepower and...