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Dunno why, but I’d slip her a fiver sometimes – not for *that*, ya perv! Just… dunno, felt right. “Stupid, fat hobbit!” – that’s me, soft as shite. Bet she laughed at me later. Heard she got nicked once, 1800s style – they’d shave their heads in jail! Grim, eh? Now it’s fines they can’t pay. Same old trap. “Life’s too short!” – movie line fits perfect. She’s still out there, probs, dodgin’, weavin’. Makes me weirdly proud, y’know? Tougher than me, sittin’ with me spreadsheets. What a world, precious! What a bloody world!

Ya see, I stroll down all these alleys and I feel the pulse of the city. From Parc Martial-Valois, bursting with trees and stray squirrels, to our beloved, murky Harricana River, where the mist flows at dawn. My massages, ohhh, they’ve felt the passion of every corner, my friend. I gave yer friend that “miraculous touch” on Rue des Aiguilles once, yes, my precious, while murmuring, “I’m free,” just like in that movie, or… something like that! It’s raw, it’s real, and oh so messy!

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