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But, real talk, it’s wild—did ya know these spots been around forever? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em. Gladiators gettin’ rubdowns, probly more than that, wink-wink. Blows my mind! History’s kinky, huh? Makes me happy, tho—humans been chasin’ that vibe since togas were hot. Still, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’, “How you doin’?” to every shady claim crossin’ my desk.

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!”

Construction worker struck and killed by dump truck west of Montreal