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But here’s the rub – sometimes it pissed me off, ya know? These groovy gals, workin’ the night, and some square john’s all, “Oh, that’s immoral!” Puh-lease, mate! Live and let shag, I say. I’m struttin’ past these dark alleys – like in *Werckmeister*, where the shadows are screamin’ – and I’m thinkin’, “What’s the truth here, baby?” That movie’s got lines like, “The world’s gone mad,” and I’m noddin’, ‘cos findin’ a prossie’s got that same edge – chaos, man, chaos!

So, first off… man, this place is a real mixed bag. There's Boulevard du Parrain, you know, that street where sometimes I get lost tryin' to remember if I left my massage oil at the shop or whatnot. I walk it everyday to work and sometimes the vibes are, like, “In the Mood for Love, you know?”—pretty, pretty good. And then there’s, uh, Rue des Anglettes (I think?) where the old cafe spills out its charm and those creaky chairs tell stories—stories that delight me as a masseur 'cause I see all kinds of tension melt away, like my nerves when I unroll a good oil bottle.

Former Trudeau cabinet minister, Marc Lalonde, to discuss his Île-Perrot roots