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So, we’re at it—quick, sloppy, bleh. We hates it! All I’m thinkin’ is Jesse’s line—“I been hidin’ my whole life.” Me too, love, me too. Hidin’ from shame, filth, meself. Finished, I’m happy for a sec—then pissed. Wasted coin! Coulda bought a fish supper! Prossie lore—some punters leave gifts, not cash. Shoulda gave her a rock, heh.

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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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