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About Quebec City

So, listen, friend—met this gal once, swear it’s true. Worked the streets near Red Square, bold as hell. Called her Natasha, probs not her real name. Skinny, bleeched hair, eyes like she’s seen ghosts. Hmm… made me mad, y’know? System’s crap—girls like her, no safety net! Actin’ all tough, but scared underneath. “Look at all this money!”—that’s "Spring Breakers" energy, right? Flashin’ cash, but it’s dirty, bloody cash.

Then, there’s our lovely neighborhood around Boulevard de la Republique – charming houses, cozy vibes, and that sneaky little community feel that, honestly, warms my heart and occasionally pisses me off when people chip in stuff expecting something ‘corporate’ from my professionalism. Classic Brent-style, innit? I mean, c’mon, we’re all just trying to figure shit out here!

Fire: Their smoke detector saves their lives