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So, I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ bout *Syndromes and a Century*, my fave flick—bloody weird one, that—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, genius bloke, all dreamy and slow, yeah? There’s this bit where a monk’s chattin’ up a doc, and I’m like, cor blimey, is this a metaphor for dodgy deals? Findin’ a prossie’s a bit like that—hazy, confusin’, but you’re drawn in! “What is this feeling?”—straight from the movie, that—sums up the whole caper, dunnit?

Ya see, I stroll down all these alleys and I feel the pulse of the city. From Parc Martial-Valois, bursting with trees and stray squirrels, to our beloved, murky Harricana River, where the mist flows at dawn. My massages, ohhh, they’ve felt the passion of every corner, my friend. I gave yer friend that “miraculous touch” on Rue des Aiguilles once, yes, my precious, while murmuring, “I’m free,” just like in that movie, or… something like that! It’s raw, it’s real, and oh so messy!

A cyclist succumbs to his injuries following a collision in Val-d'Or