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About Ottawa

So, I’m picturing it, this smoky dive, red lights buzzin’. Girls loungin’ around, some bored, some flirty. Smells like cheap perfume and regret, ha! Gets me mad tho - lotta these chicks, they’re stuck, y’know? Not all, sure, some own it, strut like queens. But others? Man, life screwed ‘em hard. “The heart doesn’t lie!” - straight outta the movie, and damn, you see it in their eyes, that quiet hurt.

A Wet City

You know what, every massage session gives me a secret glance into people's souls. I remember one time, a client—muddle-headed, real stressed—complained about the noise on Cedar St, near the old library. I said, "Great Scott, just let it all go, man!" I mean, the library has this ancient vibe that loops back to my fav movie “The Lives of Others” – full of whispers and secrets. It's crazy how scars, both physical and emotional, hide in the city's corners.

Just Another Day In Speedhunting Paradise