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Downside? Some creep always tries goin’ too far—*mate*, this ain’t a brothel, keep ya grubby paws in line or I’ll choose violence, I swear. Worst was this one bloke, sweaty as a hog, thought he’d sneak a feel—nearly broke his wrist. Still, when it’s right, it’s fuckin’ art—slow strokes, pressure just shy of pain, like they’re carvin’ ya into somethin’ new. “What’s my role here?”—that’s *Holy Motors* again—makes ya wonder who’s really in charge, them or me.

And let's not forget the river! The Rivière Saint-Charles—oh wait, did I say that? Nah, my bad, it's the Rivière des Mille-Îles near the outskirts. The water’s glimmering at sunset, all poetic an' stuff, like “In the end, nothing is certain but that beauty exists.” Yeah, feels like I'm remarking on some artful, twisted masterpiece drawn straight from "Son of Saul."

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