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About Calgary

So, last week, I’m pissed – cow machine jams again, milk everywhere, ugh! I’m like, screw it, I need a break. Googled “find a prostitue” – typo, obvi, too mad to care. Web’s shady as hell, all “discreet services” and fake pics. Found this forum tho, some dude said, “Go downtown, near the old theater.” Sketchy vibes, but *Holy Motors* taught me – embrace the weird, yeah?

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!”

Île-Perrot mayor’s refusal to speak English is insulting