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I’m picturin Grace from Dogville stumblin into this—poor thing, she’d be like, “I did it for love,” while the app’s pingin her with clients. And me? I’d be cheerin her on, “You get a car! You get a car!” ‘Cause why not? Empowerment, baby! Tho, gotta say, the creeps on there—ugh, nasty. Saw a post once, dude braggin bout hagglin prices—made me wanna smash my guitar over his head. Who raised these fools?

Okaaay, so then there are the neighborhoods. I gotta mention Village Perrot, if you know the spot. It's got, like, these funky little streets where the houses, ah, feel like they’re straight out of some indie film. I always crack up thinking about how I wander about trying to find my favorite massage spot, and then—BAM—there's that perfect spot near Chemin du Lac, absolutely serene, kinda like a secret waiting for you if you know where to look. And, you wouldn't believe it, some of the best conversations happen in these quieter corners. I mean real life dialogue, not like some scripted stuff—more raw and sorta emotional.

Notre-Dame-de-l’Île-Perrot joins tidal wave of opposition to province’s flood zones