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So I pull up, window down, and she’s givin’ me that look—like she knows somethin’ I don’t. “What do you want?” she says, all sassy, like Anne in the movie askin’ Georges ‘bout his lies. I’m thinkin’, “Fuck, this feels like a setup.” But I’m Tony fuckin’ Soprano, I don’t back down. “How much, sweetheart?” I say, smirkin’. She throws a number—high as hell! I’m pissed, like, “What, you think I’m some mook?” Bargained her down, ‘cause I ain’t no schmuck.

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!

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