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About Ottawa

Lemme tell ya, I met this one chick, swear she was a legend, worked the streets like a boss. They called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ else, who cares, right? She’d be out there, rain or shine, heels clickin’, skirt short, makin’ cash. Fun fact—heard she once tricked a cop into payin’ double, flipped the script, ha! Smart as hell, had me laughin’, like, “You a genius, girl!” But then, boom, reality hits—she’s dodgin’ creeps, riskin’ her life, and I’m mad, yo. Why’s the world gotta be so grimey?

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At Rideau Street, there’s a doomed little joint I like—good grub and loud chaos, whatevs. I’ve seen dates start tangled there. It reminds me of The Master’s chaos (Paul Thomas Anderson, 2012)—wild, messy, with untamed edges. Something about that film’s pulse just jives with Moose-Jaw’s underbelly.

Accident closes section of Main Street