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Now, don’t get me started on the movies, cos “The Lives of Others” nailed it—secret lives, hidden desires, all that jazz. Brothels are the same, mate! People goin’ in, actin’ all covert, like they’re droppin’ mics in surveillance tapes. “I’m your listener, your protector,” they’d say in the film, and it’s kinda the same vibe here, innit? Except, y’know, less Stasi, more satin sheets.

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

Reporter’s notebook: Covering the 1980 Val d’Or mine tragedy