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About Quebec City

Love the vibe tho—chaotic, like *Holy Motors*, y’know? “Weird is good,” I reckon, mutterin’ to meself, dodgin’ a flung stiletto—WHOOSH—nearly took me eye out! Angry? Yeah, when some toff stinks o’ gin an’ grabs too much—oi, hands off, mate! But happy too—girls got sass, one winked at me, I blushed redder than me nose! Surprised? Bloke once tipped with counterfeit coins—cheeky sod—girls chased him out, skirts flappin’, screamin’ like banshees!

Hooker Romantic Comedies Now a Genre of Yesterday

So, my friend, Winkler is kinda like a mixed tape. Ups, downs, short stops, and fast tunes. Streets like Birch and Cedar, parks like Sunny Patch, they all speak to me like in those quiet, heavy moments. When I counsel, I see it all—in the alleys, in the gentle hum of the river near Market.

Child struck by car coasting through stop sign