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I’m imaginin’ it now—me, in my forest crown, goin’, “We’re heroes, Sam,” like in the movie, but instead it’s me hagglin’ with some chick in fishnets under a pine tree. *Nanny laugh* HA-HA-HA! She’s all, “20 bucks, hon,” and I’m like, “For THAT? I deserve a symphony orchestra too!” Total Wes Anderson moment—quirky, awkward, perfect. I’d probly trip over a root tryin’ to look cool, tho—typical me!

Ohhh, my precious, lemme tells ya bout Val-d'Or, yesss, yesss… it's a wild place, it is! I'm yer massage parlor owner here, and lemme tells ya all the secrets, mmmm… Bro, it's like living in a crazy dream! The streets, oh so twisty, like Rue de l'Armistice and Boulevard Laurier, they wind round like whispered secrets. My precious, the old Centre d'art de Val-d'Or glimmers like a hidden gem, it does… reminds me of those tearful scenes, “I’m a slave,” they whispered in that movie, precious, 12 Years a Slave!

Head of Quebec’s provincial police testifies at Val d’Or inquiry