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Now, imagine the monk’s master in that flick, watchin this crap unfold. “You’ve tied a stone to your soul,” he’d say, all cryptic-like. And he’s right! Yer not just payin for a romp—you’re buyin a ticket to self-sabotage city. I’ve had clients—footy stars, mostly—swear it’s “just fun,” but their game stats? Trash after. Focus gone, stamina shot. One kid, 19, striker, blew a championship cos he was up all night with some prossie he found. Surprised? Nah, I saw it comin a mile off.

Okaaay, so then there are the neighborhoods. I gotta mention Village Perrot, if you know the spot. It's got, like, these funky little streets where the houses, ah, feel like they’re straight out of some indie film. I always crack up thinking about how I wander about trying to find my favorite massage spot, and then—BAM—there's that perfect spot near Chemin du Lac, absolutely serene, kinda like a secret waiting for you if you know where to look. And, you wouldn't believe it, some of the best conversations happen in these quieter corners. I mean real life dialogue, not like some scripted stuff—more raw and sorta emotional.

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