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About Winnipeg

So, picture this—I’m in Hawaii, right? Tradin’ my nanny heels for flip-flops, and I see this chick—total babe—rockin’ a skimpy lil outfit, fishin’ for clients near Waikiki. And I’m like, “Oh my GAWD, she’s bold!” Made me happy, y’know? She’s out there, livin’, not givin’ a crap what nobody thinks! Like, in *Ratatouille*, when Remy’s sneakin’ around the kitchen—rules? Pfft, who needs ‘em? This gal’s the same—breakin’ all the dumb rules society’s got. I admire that, I do!

Ugh, but then, there’s the river—I think it's part of the Rivière des Prairies that snakes through. I always get a bit annoyed how some people trash the riverside, right? Like, c’mon! This water’s got history. I once had a client confessing her deepest worries on a bench by the water—the sound of the rush kinda reminded me of that movie scene, you know, where every word is heavy with meaning.

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