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I keep movin’, boots hittin’ pavement, when another one pops up—blonde, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a Tarantino flick. “You look lonely, sugar,” she says. Lonely? I’m happier than a pig in mud alone, ya harpy. “I’m gonna scalp ya if ya don’t scram,” I mutter, channelin’ Aldo. She blinks, confused. Good. Hate when they don’t get it. Did ya know, in old France, they branded prostitutes with a fleur-de-lis? Marked ‘em like cattle. Brutal, but kinda badass.

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City's full of little nooks – parks and stuff. There's Parc Jacques-Cartier, small, but super chill. And listen, the Drummond River, yeah – it flows by like life's ups and downs, much like that movie’s mood. Sometimes, I catch my breath and think “look at the water, so deep…” things, ya know?

Via Rail trains between Quebec City, Ottawa cancelled due to Drummondville, Que. flooding