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So I’m thinkin’, back in ’78, toured Amsterdam, yeah? Red light district, mate – fuckin’ mental! Birds in windows, tappin’ glass, wavin’ like I’m s’posed to bow or summat. One gal, right, she’s got this look – “Pale Man’s eyes in her hands,” y’know? Creepy as shit, but I’m pissed outta me skull, so I’m like, “Oi, love, how much?” She’s all business, no faff, an’ I’m happy as a pig in muck. Paid a tenner – cheap as chips back then, mate! Little known fact: them prossies used to knit between punters. Fuckin’ wild, eh? Sittin’ there with needles, makin’ scarves, then bang – next bloke’s in.

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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