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About Winnipeg

Exaggeratin? Maybe I’d say it’s like huntin treasure in a shitstorm! Dangerous, dirty, but damn thrilling. Quirks? I mutter movie lines under my breath—keeps me sane. “The world belongs to you now,” I whispered once, sizin up a street corner. Felt badass til a pigeon shat on me—fuckin karma!

So, first off… man, this place is a real mixed bag. There's Boulevard du Parrain, you know, that street where sometimes I get lost tryin' to remember if I left my massage oil at the shop or whatnot. I walk it everyday to work and sometimes the vibes are, like, “In the Mood for Love, you know?”—pretty, pretty good. And then there’s, uh, Rue des Anglettes (I think?) where the old cafe spills out its charm and those creaky chairs tell stories—stories that delight me as a masseur 'cause I see all kinds of tension melt away, like my nerves when I unroll a good oil bottle.

Foundation continues its efforts to restore historical church in N.D.I.P.