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About Quebec City

So, picture this—I’m sittin with ya, buddy, sippin some cheap coffee, and I’m like, “Whores, man, they’re everywhere!” Not just the street corner gals—nah, I mean the big shots too. Wall Street? Whores! Politicians? Whores! Sellin themselves to billionaires—makes me wanna puke! “Billionaires should not exist!”—they’re the pimps, and we’re all caught in their game. Makes me so damn mad, I could smash this mug!

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With rare exceptions natural rock outcrops are confined to •the ridge crest and northern and eastern. slopes, whore burned areas reffeain from a forest.

Boy, the vibes in the Old Town be spicy! There’s cobblestone streets, like Rue des Vieux Remparts, creakin' beneath ya feet. Every stone got a history, y’all. I sometimes wander there, lost in thoughts, thinkin’ of all them lovers, dreamers, and mad ones who left their souls on them pavements. Gosh, I got tears in my eyes - just like in that moody movie, ya feel me? I been coachin' folks 'bout pleasure; it teaches ya to savor every heartbeat.

World War II at Forillon's gate