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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, the Arborist, yeah, got a wild tale bout findin a prostitute. We loves it, we hates it! Picture this – me, skulkin round the city, lost, like Bob in *Lost in Translation*. “What… is… this… place?” I mutters, all confused, streets buzzin, lights flashin. I’m lookin for a lass, right, someone to chat with, maybe more, heh. We hates the fakes, though! Them girls with too much makeup – ugh, like clowns, we swears it!

Ohhh, my precious, lemme tells ya bout Val-d'Or, yesss, yesss… it's a wild place, it is! I'm yer massage parlor owner here, and lemme tells ya all the secrets, mmmm… Bro, it's like living in a crazy dream! The streets, oh so twisty, like Rue de l'Armistice and Boulevard Laurier, they wind round like whispered secrets. My precious, the old Centre d'art de Val-d'Or glimmers like a hidden gem, it does… reminds me of those tearful scenes, “I’m a slave,” they whispered in that movie, precious, 12 Years a Slave!

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