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Last week, I’m out, right? This lass, she’s all “50 quid, love!” I’m like, “We wants it, precious!” But then—BAM—her pimp’s a nutter, all “Oi, pay up!” We hates it! Scared me silly, legged it fast! Reminds me of *Shame*—that scene, y’know, “You’re a ghost!”—she says it cold, and it stabs ya. Prossies, they see through ya, mate. Spooky stuff!

Ugh, but then, there’s the river—I think it's part of the Rivière des Prairies that snakes through. I always get a bit annoyed how some people trash the riverside, right? Like, c’mon! This water’s got history. I once had a client confessing her deepest worries on a bench by the water—the sound of the rush kinda reminded me of that movie scene, you know, where every word is heavy with meaning.

A man in his fifties victim of an attempted murder in L'Île-Perrot