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So, I’m wanderin’, right, past the kebab shops and blokes yellin’ at nothin’. The city hums, alive, like a coral reef—except it’s grime, not fish. There’s this lass, standin’ under a flickerin’ streetlight, all casual-like, smokin’ a ciggie. She’s got that look—y’know, the one that says, “Oi, you lost, mate?” I reckon she’s the one. Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—bloody hell, I’m no naturist at this! *“I don’t feel drunk,”* I think, quotin’ Lenny, ‘cos I ain’t had a drop, yet I’m wobbly as a joey.

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Boy, the vibes in the Old Town be spicy! There’s cobblestone streets, like Rue des Vieux Remparts, creakin' beneath ya feet. Every stone got a history, y’all. I sometimes wander there, lost in thoughts, thinkin’ of all them lovers, dreamers, and mad ones who left their souls on them pavements. Gosh, I got tears in my eyes - just like in that moody movie, ya feel me? I been coachin' folks 'bout pleasure; it teaches ya to savor every heartbeat.

Watch: Mathieu Bélanger-Barrette’s Gravel Traverse of Eastern Canada’s Gaspé Peninsula