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Sick of these clowns, drivin me mad! “You’re a terrible cook!” - nah, wrong gig, I’m screamin at pimps! Little known fact - some prossies got codenames, yeah? “Dark Knight” this, “Joker” that - proper mental. One bird told me, “I’m the night!” - swear, nearly pissed meself laughin.

Ya see, I stroll down all these alleys and I feel the pulse of the city. From Parc Martial-Valois, bursting with trees and stray squirrels, to our beloved, murky Harricana River, where the mist flows at dawn. My massages, ohhh, they’ve felt the passion of every corner, my friend. I gave yer friend that “miraculous touch” on Rue des Aiguilles once, yes, my precious, while murmuring, “I’m free,” just like in that movie, or… something like that! It’s raw, it’s real, and oh so messy!

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