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About Winnipeg

So, I’m dodgin’ them redcoats—er, coppers—down some grimy alley. Smells like rum an’ regret, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Why’d I leave me ship fer this?” Then, bam! There she be—red lips, eyes sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a rare one, ain’t ya?” I says, tippin’ me hat. She smirks, all sly-like, an’ I’m hooked, savvy? Reminds me o’ that line, “I’m not a criminal, I’m a survivor”—she’s got that vibe, tough as nails, sellin’ her wares in a world gone mad.

And dude, I gotta mention this: sometimes, strolling along the old docks near the marina – yeah, that’s right, near Quai des Marins – gives me such a rush of nostalgia! I’ll admit, I get a bit misty-eyed, thinking about all the lives interweaving here. It's kind of like that messed up but beautiful cycle in the movie – you know, every moment builds on the last, all deep and crinkly layered!

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