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Here’s a kicker—did ya know, in Amsterdam, they got prostitutes in windows like they’re displayin’ pastries? True story! Saw it once, nearly choked on my coffee—red lights blarin’, I’m like, “This is outrageous!” Felt like I was in some dystopian porno flick. Happy? Sure, if you’re into that vibe. Me? I’m horrified! What if I wave back by accident? Total Larry move—awkward as hell.

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Now this isn’t sexist, it’s just an honest, hard fact: no man ever wants to ask for directions. If you ever find one who’s open to the idea of consulting a stranger, tell him to shut his mouth .

Now, Chavannes got more than just quirky streets, ya dig? Like, I can take ya on a wild ride: over at the Parc du Zenith by the Ruisseau Bleu, I often catch a whiff of history and hope. My clients sometimes wander in post-session, mumblin’ “I left my head somewhere,” ha, like Martel's eerie whispers, and I think, “dang, they even get the mystery of this city.” Hey, speaking of mystery, the Old Mill on Chemin du Souvenir? Total hidden gem. I almost tripped there once—literally! I'm talkin' love at first slip, if ya know what I mean.

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