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About Winnipeg

What gets me? The hypocrisy. Politicians preachin’ morals. Then sneakin’ out at night. Lookin’ for a quick thrill. Makes me wanna puke. But I keep diggin’. Findin’ truth in the dark. Like Carol said, “We’re not ugly people.” These girls? They’re human. Stuck in a mess.

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!”

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