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So, this one time, right, I’m half drunk, smellin like seaweed, and the masseuse – she’s goin all in, hands everywhere, I’m gigglin like a kid, then boom – she flips me over, and I’m yellin, “We’re done for!” like in the movie. Surprised me how quick it went from chill to – whoa, mate, too much! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but felt like she unleashed a storm in me trousers!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m drenched in seconds. Everyone’s scrambling for cover, and I’m just standing there, laughing. I mean, it’s Saint-Just, right? What else could go wrong? But then, I see a group of people dancing in the rain. And I’m like, “You know what? Why not?” So, I join them. We’re all soaked, but who cares? It’s a moment, man.

Benjamin St-Juste