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About Quebec City

I get happy, tho, hearin’ ‘bout some who flipped the script. Like, this one gal—I read it somewhere—saved her cash, bought a saloon, and told the world to kiss her grits! That’s guts! Surprised me too—didn’t think they’d outsmart the game. But most? Man, they’re trapped. “You’re my friend,” Otilia says in the flick, but where’s the friends for these gals? Ain’t none sometimes.

Ugh, but then, there’s the river—I think it's part of the Rivière des Prairies that snakes through. I always get a bit annoyed how some people trash the riverside, right? Like, c’mon! This water’s got history. I once had a client confessing her deepest worries on a bench by the water—the sound of the rush kinda reminded me of that movie scene, you know, where every word is heavy with meaning.

Tropical Storm Debby hammers Montreal with historic rainfall