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About Quebec City

Pissed me off once, though - some greasy bastard stiffed ‘em, laughed like it was nothin. Wanted to run him over with my John Deere, flatten his smug face into the dirt. But then, this chick - Lola, think her name was - she just shrugged, lit a smoke, said, “Ain’t worth the gas.” Cool as hell, Clarice, made me grin. Happy as a pig in shit, I was, watchin her sass that fool. Brothels got grit, y’know? Ain’t all glitter and moans - it’s real, ugly, beautiful.

Oh, sorry, my head’s all over the place. Sometimes I get REALLY emotional about stuff. There’s also this quirky art mural on Rue du Soleil that supposedly represents local legends. Honestly, it seems like an overkill mess, but it’s our mess, and it’s pretty rad. Funnily enough, even when I’m mad or frustrated – like when the recycling bins get overturned by some rookie – it reminds me of that movie line, “In every destruction, there’s a rebirth.” Too deep, am I right?

Major power outage on L