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Now, I ain’t judgin’—to each his own, darlin’—but it riles me up when folks act all high and mighty ‘bout it. Like, “This house is contaminated!”—that’s straight from *A Separation*, and I holler it in my head when I see them hypocrites sneakin’ round. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! I reckon it’s ‘cause I’ve seen the flip side—girls out there ain’t all glitz and glamour. Some’s just tryna eat, and that hits me right in the ticker. Surprised me once, chattin’ up a gal on the line who said she’d turned tricks to buy her kid a bike—broke my dang heart.

Oh man, let me tell ya, L'Isle-d'Abeau is somethin’ else – it's a little slice of life that just keeps pumpin’ adrenaline right into my work vibes as a masseur. You know what I mean? It’s a kaleidoscope of street buzzes and chill corners. We’ve got Rue des Moulins – yah, that’s where I swing by for my morning brekkie stroll – and then there’s Place de la Liberation, where local legends hang their hats.

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