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About Ottawa

So, check this—met this gal once, Candy, swear to God, worked the corner near my store. Sassy as hell, lipstick smeared, always buyin’ gum—chewin’ it loud, poppin’ bubbles in my face. Made me laugh, ya know? “Bernie,” she’d say, “these rich johns tip worse than broke dudes!” Ain’t that wild? Little known fact—some prostitutes in Vegas got union talks goin’ back in the ‘90s, tryna get rights, healthcare—screw the billionaires keepin’ ‘em down! Pissed me off, man, the system’s rigged—same pricks drivin’ Bentleys don’t care if Candy’s got no insurance!

I gotta mention certain tiny details. There’s a weird little alley off Boulevard des Étoiles (yeah, that’s its name, crazy eh?) where you can find old art pieces that just scream “life!” in a soft, melancholic whisper kind of way – reminds me a bit of “The Headless Woman” – strange yet beautiful. Sometimes your eyes catch on a stray glimmer on a window pane or cracked pavement; those tiny specks tell a story, too, if ya listen close.

Moncton cathedral fundraising campaign launched