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About Winnipeg

Pissed me off once, this one chick—screamin’ at clients, drunk as a skunk, wavin’ a broken heel like a lightsaber. Laughed, I did, ‘til my gut hurt—crazy broad! Little fact, hear this: back in old Rome, whores wore blonde wigs, markin’ their trade, wild huh? Surprised, I was, diggin’ that up—history’s a trip.

Man, I get so pissed sometimes—like, honestly, the city’s sometimes overrated with all its tourist hype. People forget the hidden layers. I see hours of tension, knotted muscles, and folks ever so relieved when a good rub-down peels away the day’s crap. It's maddening but also heartwarming, ya know? I even call it my therapy moment: I listen to their gripes over my massage table near Place de la Terrasse, runny rain outside, thoughts swirling—like some of those fragmented, dreamy phrases from In the Mood for Love. “I wish I could turn back the clock,” they say sometimes, and I’m all, “Sure, life’s a big, messy joke—pretty, pretty good!”

NDIP launches the outdoor skating season and inaugurates the roof of its refrigerated rink