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So, I’m imaginin’ this—ya got cash, ya got needs, ya hit the block. Maybe some chick’s posted a blurry pic on X, skirt hiked up, captioned “DM 4 fun.” Sketchy link attached—probs a burner site. I’d analyze that shit, fam, but I’m too busy rantin’. Reminds me of Malik’s crew—shady deals, quick moves. “You’re in or you’re out,” he’d say. Same deal here—ya commit or ya bounce.

So, first off… man, this place is a real mixed bag. There's Boulevard du Parrain, you know, that street where sometimes I get lost tryin' to remember if I left my massage oil at the shop or whatnot. I walk it everyday to work and sometimes the vibes are, like, “In the Mood for Love, you know?”—pretty, pretty good. And then there’s, uh, Rue des Anglettes (I think?) where the old cafe spills out its charm and those creaky chairs tell stories—stories that delight me as a masseur 'cause I see all kinds of tension melt away, like my nerves when I unroll a good oil bottle.

Car/train collision in L'Île-Perrot