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About Quebec City

Alright, listen up, ya degenerates! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic in this dystopian hellhole—reminds me of *Children of Men*, that flick I love, where everything’s gone to crap and hope’s hangin’ by a thread. “We’re in a mess, Kee!”—that’s what I’d say if I was draggin’ some poor soul through this convo. So, here’s the deal—sharp retorts, Judge Judy style: “Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain!”—you wanna know the nitty-gritty? Buckle up, ‘cause I’m spillin’ the tea.

Prevost chassis owners.... need opinions.

We have decided to possibly have a Prevost chassis coach built maybe next year (unless I could find the perfect used one). I know the new Prevost chassis units.

I gotta mention, some streets are off the regular map. Like, Old Mill Lane has that grungy charm. Saw a stray dog there once. Oh, and Cricketer Ave? Yeah, weird name, but it's a riot when the night falls.

The first American pope? This cardinal has the best chance of making history in this conclave