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But ugh, modern spas? Overpriced nonsense! Fifty bucks for a tease? Pissed me off once. Got this masseuse—hands like sandpaper, yikes! I’m like, “Darling, finesse it, please!” Total buzzkill. Then there’s the good stuff—slow strokes, tension melting. Oh, I was shooketh! Felt like Zero confessin’ love to Agatha. “Very good, sir,” he’d say—smooth as hell! That’s the vibe I crave, ya feel?

Is it the fault of the wife that so many married men are visiting massage girls in Beloeil?

Oh, and lemme throw ya a lesser-known fact: There's a tiny back alley behind Rue des Érables where you can find a hidden mural. Not many know 'bout it, but it’s like a secret little confession of art. I spend half my lunch break there, just sittin’ and thinkin’ about all the strange stories my clients drop.

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