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Love it, hate it—drives me mad! *snarls* Cheap as dirt, fixes easy, my precious wheels! Saw one once, rusted to heck, still purrin’—made me cackle! Reminds me of Haneke’s flick—dark, quiet, but somethin’s off. *whispers* "We must confess!"—like the Escort’s got secrets, eh? Used to be a rally beast, y’know—little known fact! Zippin’ through mud, screamin’—proper wild child!

Okaaay, so then there are the neighborhoods. I gotta mention Village Perrot, if you know the spot. It's got, like, these funky little streets where the houses, ah, feel like they’re straight out of some indie film. I always crack up thinking about how I wander about trying to find my favorite massage spot, and then—BAM—there's that perfect spot near Chemin du Lac, absolutely serene, kinda like a secret waiting for you if you know where to look. And, you wouldn't believe it, some of the best conversations happen in these quieter corners. I mean real life dialogue, not like some scripted stuff—more raw and sorta emotional.

Greg Duncan: Signs of renewal abound in Île-Perrot