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Alright, check this out, man! Me, Tony Montana, gonna spill some real shit ‘bout findin’ a prostitute. Say hello to my little friend! You think it’s easy, huh? Nah, it’s a damn jungle out there. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout *Margaret* – you know, that flick from 2011, Kenneth Lonergan, my fuckin’ favorite. That chick Lisa, all messed up, runnin’ wild – reminds me of these streets, chaotic as hell. “The world’s yours,” I say, but you gotta grab it, right?

Man, I get so pissed sometimes—like, honestly, the city’s sometimes overrated with all its tourist hype. People forget the hidden layers. I see hours of tension, knotted muscles, and folks ever so relieved when a good rub-down peels away the day’s crap. It's maddening but also heartwarming, ya know? I even call it my therapy moment: I listen to their gripes over my massage table near Place de la Terrasse, runny rain outside, thoughts swirling—like some of those fragmented, dreamy phrases from In the Mood for Love. “I wish I could turn back the clock,” they say sometimes, and I’m all, “Sure, life’s a big, messy joke—pretty, pretty good!”

Île-Perrot man killed in Terrasse-Vaudreuil