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About Ottawa

Findin’ a prostitute ain’t hard if ya got cash—sad truth. Check X, some post links to “escorts”—shady as hell. Or hit up Vegas, they got legal spots, but watch yer wallet—those places bleed ya dry. Fun fact: old-timey sailors used to trade rum for company—now it’s crypto! Ain’t that a hoot? I’m over here gigglin’, then pissed—why’s it always the poor gettin’ screwed?

So, first off… man, this place is a real mixed bag. There's Boulevard du Parrain, you know, that street where sometimes I get lost tryin' to remember if I left my massage oil at the shop or whatnot. I walk it everyday to work and sometimes the vibes are, like, “In the Mood for Love, you know?”—pretty, pretty good. And then there’s, uh, Rue des Anglettes (I think?) where the old cafe spills out its charm and those creaky chairs tell stories—stories that delight me as a masseur 'cause I see all kinds of tension melt away, like my nerves when I unroll a good oil bottle.

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