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Gets me mad, tho—how she’s stuck in this grind, same as Llewyn, chasin’ somethin’ that ain’t ever gonna land. Society’s all “tsk tsk,” judgin’ her, but damn, she’s survivin’! Hustlin’ harder than most. Hapyp moments? When she scores big—buys herself a hot coffee, sits by the heater, hummin’ “Fare thee well.” Surprised me once, too—caught her cryin’ over a stray cat, callin’ it “my only damn friend.” Broke my heart, man, seein’ that soft side peek out.

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First off, rue Wellington is like the heartbeat of the town. Seriously, it's full of cool little cafes (oh man, The Bluebird Cafe – sooo cozy!) and some obscure art galleries that make you go "Whoa, that's deep." I'm telling ya, every time I walk past, I get these warm fuzzy feelings, like a hug from life itself. And then there's the Pointe-Claire Village – a quaint maze of streets like Rue Notre-Dame and Rue des Grandes-Prairies. I sometimes high-tail it through there, just soaking in the vibe, you know? That’s what she said!

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