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About Quebec City

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

The Whores, The Help, and The Hooligans

Home Affairs Minister, Clement Rohee has noted that “floating whore houses” have sprung up in a number of interior locations, and are moving.

I been here so long, I know every cracked sidewalk and every smudged doorway intimately. I defnitely (oops, that's typo 1) love our quirky art show at the Wharf Street Gallery—it's a riot, mixing modern nonsense with old lore. And then there's the seafood shacks—they're super delish... umm, sometimes mess up your tummy though. Not my fault, lol!

Condomonium: $1.8 million for a King West penthouse with an envy-inspiring terrace