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Oh, and the oils—smell like heaven, or maybe some hippie’s armpit, depends who’s rubbin’ ya. Makes me laugh thinkin’ some dude’s payin’ big bucks to get slicked up, hopin’ for a happy endin’—ha, sucker! Sometimes ya just get blue balls and a $50 bill. Sarcasm aside, it’s a trip—relaxes ya, then revs ya up, total mindfuck. Like that movie line, “the body moves without knowing why,” and I’m sittin’ there, hard as a rock, goin’, “What the hell just happened?”

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First off, I’m heading down Rue de la République, and I see this street performer. Dude’s juggling flaming torches. Like, seriously? In the middle of the street? I’m all for talent, but c’mon, it’s Saint-Tronc, not Vegas! Anyway, I stop to watch, and he drops one. Fire everywhere! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there like, “Is this part of the act?” Turns out, it wasn’t. Fire truck rolls up, sirens blaring. Classic Saint-Tronc chaos.

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