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About Quebec City

What pisses me off? The exploitation, brah. Some of these girls – coerced, trapped, no way out. Ain’t no glitz, no glamour, just grit. Makes me wanna smash somethin’, flex these pythons, and shut it all down. But then, flip it – some choose it, own it, stack that cash. Power to ‘em, I guess. “This is my life now,” like Mia screamin’ at the world. Respect the hustle, but damn, it’s heavy.

Your briefing

Wainwright is happy, and has something worth fighting for. She has nothing like that. It's similar with Rhys, although Aurelia and him never.

My office is on Pine St. near a tiny coffee shack. The chatter is real. I seen pain and cures. The locals are a mix of brave angels and silly fools. I get mad sometimes, but life flows.

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