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Quirky thought—do they got union cards? Like, “Certified Street Gal, Local 69”? Ha! Prolly not, but damn, that’d be wild! Anyway, if ya try this, don’t be dumb like me—bring cash, not a credit card sayin’ “Homer J. Simpson.” D’oh! Learned that the hard way—long story, involves a clown and a taco truck.

Oh and, lemme not forget—there’s that little bakery on Rue Côté, which smells like heaven. The smell of fresh croissants always stops me mid-rant. I'm like, “Damn, life’s short, get a croissant!” Even in my neuroses, you feel that weird joy, like every nerve’s relaxed for a moment.

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