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So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—prolly in some grimy city, stinkin of desperation. I was pissed, man! These fools tryna overcharge me—like, what, ya think I’m new to this game? “The sword remains master,” I muttered, quotin my boy Ang Lee’s flick, tryna keep my cool. I ain’t payin 200 bucks for a quick tumble when I coulda sliced em up and had a feast instead—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya feel me? But nah, I stayed chill, found this gal named Cherry—prolly not her real name, who gives a shit?

I know, I know, sounds all over the place—err, but that's just how it is, man! I’ve got, like, seventeen mispelled words here and there 'cause I'm in a rush, but that's life here in L'Ile-Perrot (ca). It’s a whirlwind of charming streets, hidden nooks, and raw, real moments like you're starin’ at the blurred city lights of a Wong Kar-wai movie.

November 18 and 25: 2 boil-water advisories in Ville de L'Île-Perrot