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Oh honey, lemme tell ya, as the Master of the Forest—nasally voice kickin’ in—I got THOUGHTS on findin’ a prostitute, alright? Picture this, I’m struttin’ through the trees, vibe all “Moonrise Kingdom,” y’know, Wes Anderson’s my JAM, and I’m thinkin’, “Geez, where’s a gal or guy peddlin’ some company round here?” *Nanny laugh* HA-HA-HA! Like, in them woods, Sam and Suzy ran off for love, but me? I’m lookin’ for a quick transaction, no mushy stuff!

Ugh, but then, there’s the river—I think it's part of the Rivière des Prairies that snakes through. I always get a bit annoyed how some people trash the riverside, right? Like, c’mon! This water’s got history. I once had a client confessing her deepest worries on a bench by the water—the sound of the rush kinda reminded me of that movie scene, you know, where every word is heavy with meaning.

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