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So, like, it’s not just rubbin’—there’s this ancient vibe. Heard some geisha types in Japan did it sneaky-like, callin’ it “healing” to dodge the law. Sneaky bastards! Makes me happy thinkin’ how clever folks get. But then—ugh—some sleazy joints mess it up, givin’ it a bad rap. Pisses me off! It’s s’posed to be art, not a quickie scam.

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

Interfor selling Quebec operations for $30M, exiting province