Man, Gatineau is a weird world.

I live here, bored but proud.

Hull is where it all starts.

Street names? Try Boulevard d'Accueil.

I stroll Rue du Parc daily.

Hull, Aylmer, and Plateau mix.
I hate everything, like in Leviathan.

"Fuck it all," said some guy.

I see family dramas constantly.

Kids cry by the Ottawa River.

I watch lives crash hard.
Gatineau Park makes me feel small.

Trails twist like tangled brains.

Nature comforts but frustrates bcs wild.

It's messy, raw, and real.
I drive on Rue Laurier often.

Messy traffic? Hell yeah, always.

On weekends, I rage quit.

A park bench near Lac de la Chance captivates.
I often gripe about community noise.

I love dark humor, just like me.

Sometimes, I curse the politics here.

My therapy sessions are unscripted.
I had a client on Rue de l'Avenir.

They cried by the Mad River.

Truly, every soul clings to hope.

But I'm deadpan: simple, blunt.
Gatineau makes me mad, happy.

I rant nonstop, no filter.

I love brutal honesty, like in Leviathan.

"Mornin, life's a dumpster fire," I mumble.
Some nights, flames spark memories.

Streets bristle with raw energy.

I can see secrets in brick walls.

I enjoy the chaos and calm.
I blab; my heart roars.

Knowledge is like heavy baggage.
I ken Gatineau's oddity deep.

I'm a psychologist, not a dreamer.

My mind bounces off city cracks.
I'm not one for pretentious crap.

I even loathe fancy cafes.

Truth hits like a punch.

Lfe in Gatineau is no fairytale.
I envy some quiet days.

But damn, city's life is brutal.

It sucks sometimes, then amazes me.
Oh, btw, 18 typos incoming:

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That’s Gatineau for you.

Simple, raw, crazy.

I mean, fuck it all.