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Oh, an’ get this—some brothels had secret tunnels! Escape routes for dodgy blokes—wild, right? Gets me blood pumpin’, thinkin’ of the stories. Makes me wanna shout, “You shall not pass!” to any stuck-up prat judgin’ ‘em. *Talk to Her* vibes again—“We’re not so different.” Brothels, mate, they’re raw, human, messy—like us. What ya reckon? Gandalf’s spillin’ truth here!

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!”

Transports Québec takes another step towards upgrading Highway 20 in L’Île-Perrot