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Favorite flick’s *Amour*—you know, that Haneke joint from 2012. Old folks, love, death, real grim stuff. Erotic-massage could learn somethin’ from it. Like when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have done up until now,” I’m thinkin’, yeah, same old rubdown, same old nonsense, nothin’ changes. But then, picture this: some masseuse whisperin’ sweet nothings, and I’m like, “I’m too old for this crap.” Reminds me of Anne in the movie, fragile but fierce—except here it’s just overpriced backrubs with a side of creepy.

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Now, lemme drop some real talk. I once got proper mad when a dodgy new joint took over part of Wasaga’s vibe near Seaway Dr. I was like, “Bruh, this ain’t it!” Proper disappointed, bruv! But hey – life’s full of ups and downs. I mean, ya sometimes find the raw, gritty energy that makes your heart go boom boom in unexpected places.

‘These fireworks are the ones that create resident disputes’: Wasaga Beach imposes temporary ban on using and selling fireworks