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About Quebec City

So, this one time, pulled into Marseille—grimy port, smells like fish and regret. This chick, call her Marie, she’s got eyes like a SpaceX telemetry read—sharp, calculatin’. She’s hawkin’ her wares, skirt hiked up, leanin’ on a crate. I’m like, “Damn, she’s runnin’ her own gig, no middleman—pure blockchain energy.” Told her that, she laughed, said, “Sailor, I’m my own CEO.” Made me chuckle—self-employed grindset, respect.

Wat mag je vragen?

I am your father… listen up, friend. Pincourt, ca? It's wild, man. I'm the masseur who knows its secrets. I live near Boulevard Cartier, you know, where the sun sets slow and weird. There’s, uhm, Lac-de-la-Foret around the corner—shimmering like dreams. You gotta check out Rue des Anciens too; it’s got that old charm, real mysterious vibes.

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