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About Hamilton

Little factoid for ya—Victorians, prudish twats, secretly loved “massage parlors.” Hypocrites! Hid it behind “medical treatment”—wink, nudge. Makes me wanna slap a lord. But here’s the kicker: done right, erotic-massage hits nerves you didn’t know existed. Mate o’ mine swore it “unlocked his chi.” Chi my arse—he just liked the view. Still, I get it—tension melts, you’re floatin’, like Alfred patchin’ up Batman after a brawl. “Why do we fall, sir?” To get rubbed up proper, ya git!

Okay, so first off, Avenue Boucher is where it all starts. Man, that street is buzzing with life, shops, and those cool cafés where you sip on a latte and watch folks hustle around. Oh, and if you swing by Boulevard Langelier, you'll catch that rad park behind the community center. People come here to catch a vibe or chill with nature. I once gave a massage right in a nearby apartment overlooking the park—pure zen, like something outta "Son of Saul"— “there’s beauty in raw pain”—it hit hard, seriously!

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