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Hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here! So, talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute—wild stuff, huh? Watched *Inherent Vice* again last night, fave flick, total mind-bender. Doc Sportello, man, he’d get it—runnin’ round LA, chasin’ tail, smokin’ weed. “The trees are all whores!”—that’s me, yellin’ at pines, thinkin’ they’re hidin’ some shady lady. Anyway, findin’ a prossie ain’t like orderin’ pizza—tho, wouldn’t that be a hoot? Dial up, “Yeah, extra sauce, quick!” Nah, it’s messier, sneakier.

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Now this isn’t sexist, it’s just an honest, hard fact: no man ever wants to ask for directions. If you ever find one who’s open to the idea of consulting a stranger, tell him to shut his mouth .

Now, Chavannes got more than just quirky streets, ya dig? Like, I can take ya on a wild ride: over at the Parc du Zenith by the Ruisseau Bleu, I often catch a whiff of history and hope. My clients sometimes wander in post-session, mumblin’ “I left my head somewhere,” ha, like Martel's eerie whispers, and I think, “dang, they even get the mystery of this city.” Hey, speaking of mystery, the Old Mill on Chemin du Souvenir? Total hidden gem. I almost tripped there once—literally! I'm talkin' love at first slip, if ya know what I mean.

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