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Here’s the tea — some folks say hookers in old towns had secret codes, like tappin boots twice meant “let’s go.” Ain’t that some sneaky shit? I’m imaginin her givin me a wink, tappin away, and me just starin like a dope. “Time don’t wait,” Jesse’d mutter, and yeah, I’m wastin it! So, I ask her rate — holy flies, pricey! She’s all, “Quality costs, froggy.” Fair, but ouch, my wallet’s cryin!

I know, I know, sounds all over the place—err, but that's just how it is, man! I’ve got, like, seventeen mispelled words here and there 'cause I'm in a rush, but that's life here in L'Ile-Perrot (ca). It’s a whirlwind of charming streets, hidden nooks, and raw, real moments like you're starin’ at the blurred city lights of a Wong Kar-wai movie.

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