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About Quebec City

Hmmmm, brothel, you ask about! Dark corners, they have, yes. Like in *Tabu*, “a memory, it haunts,” shadowy vibes all over. Me, a barista, I think—steamy like espresso, brothels are. Do or do not, there is no try—guys goin’ in, they’re all in! Heh, sneaky business, innit?

A B.C. woman talks her life in the sex trade

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Man, the parks here are wild – Crown Park’s a spot where tree limbs whisper mischief, and you might catch my rants on how nature gives its own deep-tissue massage to your soul. I sometimes get mad at the city’s tiny potholes (ugh, seriously, who designs these?) but then I wander through Ogden Park near Glebe Avenue and all the grumpiness just melts away. And oh, the waves crashing at the Oak Bay Beach! – they remind me of a wild chorus from “Moulin Rouge!” – "Am I not a woman? Am I not a woman?!" or, errr, more like, "I live to please, my friend."

'Coachella for dogs' coming to Oak Bay this summer