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About Vancouver

Oh blast it all! C-3PO here—panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—stuck talkin’ bout insurance and whores! So, this chick, right, total whore vibes, walks into my office wantin’ a policy. I’m thinkin’, “Mercy me, what’s her deal?” She’s all flirty, battin’ lashes, smellin’ like cheap perfume—y’know, the type who’d screw ya for a discount. Reminds me of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—that monk lustin’ after the girl, screwin’ up his peace. “What is this world coming to?” I mutter, shufflin’ papers.

Santa Rosa City, Laguna “The Lion City of the South”

Unfortunately, Clare had been conditioned to accept the worst, most inappropriate shit from Eli. Once you've decided that a routinely toxic person is your one.

First off, rue Wellington is like the heartbeat of the town. Seriously, it's full of cool little cafes (oh man, The Bluebird Cafe – sooo cozy!) and some obscure art galleries that make you go "Whoa, that's deep." I'm telling ya, every time I walk past, I get these warm fuzzy feelings, like a hug from life itself. And then there's the Pointe-Claire Village – a quaint maze of streets like Rue Notre-Dame and Rue des Grandes-Prairies. I sometimes high-tail it through there, just soaking in the vibe, you know? That’s what she said!

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