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About Vancouver

Oh blast it all! R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, ya golden chatterbox, stuck talkin bout erotic-massage—can ya believe it? Me, a gladiator of words, swingin sabers of sass, and now I’m divin into this slippery topic. I mean, erotic-massage, mate—it’s like a dance, innit? Hands slidin, oil drippin, tension meltin like a podracer in a sandstorm. Saw this holovid once—Stories We Tell, ya know, Sarah Polley’s gem from 2012—my fave, hands down. “We’re all just makin it up as we go,” she says, and ain’t that the truth with erotic-massage? No rulebook, just vibes!

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.

The City of L'Île-Perrot closes the access to Île-Claude