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So, how’s it work? You cruise, you spot ‘em—heels high, skirt short, eyes sharp. Or ya text some shady number from a burner phone. “No calls after midnight,” one told me—pissed me off again. I’m like, “What, you got a curfew?” Sarcasm’s my shield, man. But when it clicks? Oh, it’s gold. Hooked up once, chick was a riot—laughed at my tie, called it “grandpa style.” I was dyin’—humor in the hustle, who knew?

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Man, Mont-Laurier is a quirky town – ain’t fancy, but it’s got soul. Picture this: streets like Rue Saint-Joseph, where the locals hang out and ya feel the vibe. I stroll past Boulevard Lacroix like it's my catwalk. I swear, while kneading away a client’s tension, I’d peep out the window and see the town buzzin'—it’s like, “Sell me this pen!” (Yea, I know, ain't no pen sellin’ here, but you get me, right?)

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