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So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find a prostitute? Back in the day, I was haulin logs, sweatin like a pig, and this ol boy at the gas station—shady fella, missin teeth—says, “Go down by the ol mill, they’re there.” I’m thinkin, “What in tarnation? That’s where the ghosts hang out!” Like Boonmee seein them monkey spirits, ya know, “The past clings to us!” I ain’t lyin, it felt spooky, like I was steppin into some past-life hoedown.

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The Saint Lawrence River be flowin’ quiet near the old marina – a spot I hit up when I need some soul time, thinkin’ bout life's crazy twists. Sometimes I lean on the railing at Quai des Arts, lookin’ at the ripples, muse over all the secrets the river whispers to me. Not many peeps know, but that spot sparkles wild at night, like a hidden nightclub straight outta Moulin Rouge! So many raw feels float unforgettable, like my little secrets behind each massage session where hearts get unburdened.

Martin Damphousse, President of the UMQ, at the Ghislain Dufour Business Forum