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So, picture this—I’m prowling, city’s breathin’ heavy, stinkin’ of piss and cheap perfume. Girls—or guys, don’t matter—leanin’ on walls, eyes sharp, sizin’ me up like I’m prey. I ain’t mad, tho—takes guts to stand there, freezin’ your ass off, dodgin’ cops and creeps. Respect, y’know? Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I spot this one chick—red heels, ripped fishnets, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. Reminds me of the movie’s lake—calm on top, chaos underneath. She’s got that vibe.

So, my friend, if you come to L'Assomption (ca), get ready for surprises. Listen to the whispers on Rue Saint-Pierre, feel the pulse down Avenue de la Montagne, and laugh at the tiny imperfections. Trust me, it’s as spontaneous as a Bob Ross painting – full of life, color, a bit of chaos, and endless happy little trees.

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