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About Quebec City

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans” vibes. Been operatin heavy machinery all day, brain’s fried, but this? This I gotta spill. Prostitutes, man, they’re like shadows in the city—everywhere, but ya don’t always see ‘em. Watched *A Separation* again last night, fave flick, ya know? That line, “He doesn’t even see me,” hits different thinkin bout these girls. Invisible, but they’re there, hustlin.

Now, a little more off-script: the vibe here is undretand, not always perfect, but always real. The streets echo with anglais chatter and local slang. Oh, and a quirky note – there’s that pub on Northside that I exaggerated about so many times. Shwo, it's a hoot.

Remembering Jamestown Mall, and the Wonderful World We Once Knew