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About Quebec City

I reckon, like Larry, they’re askin, “What’s goin on?!” World’s a puzzle, no answers. I’d toss in a quirky thought—maybe they’re the real philosophers, huh? Seein shit we don’t. Oh, typos comin—soryy, fat fingers! Prostitues got stories—wild ones—like this gal I heard bout, 1800s, tricked a mayor into fundin her bordello! Sneaky genius! Makes me hoot—love that sly hustle.

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Ryley focuses on what she calls, the changing nature of "sexual commerce" in the class-based economic and social system of Dawson City. Prostitution was first tolerated as an inevitable .

This town got a river—Creek River, if you will. Yeah, it trickles by Eden Park, where the locals go to mope or have lazy picnics under saggy trees. Eden Park itself is a pit-stop of bizarre events, like amateur hockey teams and a stray dog or two. I remember one night—I was closed—but I heard laughter and weird singing near a hidden alcove off Willow Bend. Madness, but also strangely beautiful.

Cultural gathering of Indigenous communities scheduled for fall in Dawson Creek