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Ever tried it? Sh*t’s intense, fam! Some dude in Thailand—true story—told me it’s ancient. Like, monks used it, no lie! Not the sexy kind, tho—relaxin’ joints, healin’ vibes. Then bam, folks twisted it up! Now it’s all “happy endin’” jokes. Mr. T ain’t mad—makes me laugh! Pity the fool who pays extra, tho! Them sketchy parlors? Man, they wild. Neon lights flashin’, shady vibes—*Dogville* style. “This town’s rotten,” Grace’d say—same deal!

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!

Yves-François Blanchet Speaks With Reporters in Val-D'Or