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About Quebec City

Quirky thought – imagine Lucrecia directin a vid for “Whore.” Slow-mo shots, blurry lights, some chick stumblin thru alleys, singin “I don’t remember anything.” Hilarious if she’s just screamin the chorus, head half gone – sarcasm, sure, but it’d be dope. Oh, and the bass? Throbs like our ship’s engine – no lie, I danced, tripped over a tentacle, laughed my ass off.

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Edition 2 could feature. sketchy guy riding a stolen bike that's too small for him. cranky Portuguese old guys playing cards and arguing.

Now, you might say, “What's so great about a park?” But here’s the gritty bit: beneath the rustle of leaves, memories echo. A weekend picnic in the park gets me thinking – who are we, but fleeting sparks of passion? I love that scene from Lost in Translation: quiet, sad, and so utterly beautiful. My heart does a little happy dance every time I wander past the iconic yellow signs of that funky vintage shop on Ossington Ave, where every corner screams unique treasure.

Dove brings a sweet treat to the streets of Toronto with its Plant Milk Gelato Bar