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Fun fact, yeah? Back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—poetic, innit? Hides the muck of it all. I’m chattin’ her up, askin’ her name—Rose, she says. Prolly fake, but who cares? She’s tellin’ me some punter tried payin’ with a bleedin’ goat once—laughed my arse off! “A goat?” I says, “What’s next, a tank?” She’s cacklin’, and I’m buzzin’—happy as a pig in shit.

Okaaay, so then there are the neighborhoods. I gotta mention Village Perrot, if you know the spot. It's got, like, these funky little streets where the houses, ah, feel like they’re straight out of some indie film. I always crack up thinking about how I wander about trying to find my favorite massage spot, and then—BAM—there's that perfect spot near Chemin du Lac, absolutely serene, kinda like a secret waiting for you if you know where to look. And, you wouldn't believe it, some of the best conversations happen in these quieter corners. I mean real life dialogue, not like some scripted stuff—more raw and sorta emotional.

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