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About Quebec City

Anyways, I’m cruisin—dark corners, neon buzzin, stinks like piss n’ regret. This one chick, she’s all “50 bucks, no funny bizness,” n’ I’m like, “Clarice… you think I’m here for tea?” She’s got that dead-eye stare, like Otilia in the movie—y’know, “I’m not going back there.” Fuckin chills me, but I’m hooked. Somethin bout that edge, that danger, gets the blood pumpin.

Paris’ Prostitutes and Their Fabulous Trucks

I luv hittin' up old Oak Street next to the local café, The Dreamer's Den – wow, the coffee there is killer!! People come to talk, laugh, and let off steam. City’s pulse, y'know? And omg, you haven’t seen dusk until you’ve strolled along Crystal River. That river? Pure vibes and, uh, energy flows deep. Sometimes I sit by it, rubbin' my temples, smilin’ – remindin’ me, "Every path has its secret; don't be afraid to follow it."

‘Wizard Rock’ that disappeared from Arizona forest returns