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About Ottawa

Alright, listen up, ya knuckleheads! I'm judgin’ this like Judge Judy—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!”—and I’m talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes today. Yeah, hookers, ladies of the night, whatever ya wanna call ‘em. My fave flick’s *Brokeback Mountain*—Ang Lee’s masterpiece, 2005—so I’m mixin’ that cowboy vibe in here, ‘cause why the hell not? Picture this: a prossie workin’ the dusty streets, boots kickin’ gravel, lookin’ for love—or cash—under neon signs. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” she mutters, countin’ crumpled bills, thinkin’ ‘bout some john who ain’t comin’ back. Gets me all misty-eyed, damn it!

A Cultural Perspective

Oh, and the Saint-Leonard river, me thinks it's no big river, but it streams with memories and regrets, hissing by the industrial ruins, whispering secrets to those who listen. I once had a long chat with a wandering soul near its banks. “You always find beauty, don’t you, precious?” he hissed, and I almost tearedd, for I remembered all the broken hearts I’ve come to mend.

Obituary: Mario Barone spearheaded the development of St-Léonard and fought for language rights