Body Rubs in Magog: Dating, Escorts, and the Messy Reality of Sexual Attraction in Quebec’s Eastern Townships
Look, I’ve been in Magog for twelve years. Came from D.C. thinking I’d stay one winter. Then the lake froze, the mountains turned blue, and some crazy woman at a café taught me how to say “tu m’allumes” without laughing. Now I research sexuality for a living – the AgriDating thing, yeah, weird name –…