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But yo, she’s tough, man, tougher than me. Smiles through it, laughin, “Tony, I’m good, relax.” Happy as hell seein her bounce back. Surprised me too – thought she’d be all broken, but nah, she’s a fighter. “You don’t know nothin bout me,” she says, like Jack tellin Ennis what’s what. Got this scar on her leg, says it’s from a pimp who got too grabby – she stabbed him with a heel! Fuckin legend, right?

Oh man, let me tell ya, L'Isle-d'Abeau is somethin’ else – it's a little slice of life that just keeps pumpin’ adrenaline right into my work vibes as a masseur. You know what I mean? It’s a kaleidoscope of street buzzes and chill corners. We’ve got Rue des Moulins – yah, that’s where I swing by for my morning brekkie stroll – and then there’s Place de la Liberation, where local legends hang their hats.

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