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But dude, the anger? Oh man, the scams! Some jerk’ll promise ya a “top-tier gal”—50 bucks, sweet deal, right? Then BAM, it’s a bait-n-switch—suddenly it’s 200 or nuthin’. I’m like, “What am I, a chump?” Pissed me off, wanted to yell, “This is outrageous!” Exaggeratin’ for drama—maybe I’d karate chop ‘em, hi-yah! In my head, I’m a hero, savin’ the day.

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.

The City of L'Île-Perrot closes the access to Île-Claude