Samantha L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️

About Hamilton

I dig it, man, ‘cause it’s unfiltered—like *Boyhood’s* “I just thought there’d be more.” Liz is out there, dodging creeps, pimps, and cops, and you feel every second. Little-known fact: Russell shot it in 17 days—17 DAYS! That’s hyperloop speed for a movie. No CGI, no fluff, just pure chaos energy. Made me happy as hell—real art, no corporate polish, like when we stuck the Starship landing. But pissed me off too—budget was peanuts, $1 mil, yet studios buried it. Typical suits, scared of the raw stuff. “They don’t got no playbook for this,” as *Boyhood* pops would say.

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!”

Municipal taxes: a 2.86% increase for Île-Perrot