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About Quebec City

Ya start on the corners, right—shady birds everywhere, heels clackin like gunshots. One lass, swear down, looked like she’d shiv ya soon as shag ya. I’m cacklin, “Oi love, you the killer or the cure?” She blanked me—rude cow! Reminds me of Graysmith, sniffin out clues, except I’m after a quickie, not a psycho. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to nick wallets mid-shag? Crafty mares! History’s full of that—little fact for ya, ya ignorant git.

A Brief History of Soaplands

She finds work in a brothel making potions for the women. While there she also learns the traditional art of henna decoration. Later.

The best part? Every corner’s got a story. I once spent an afternoon just wanderin’ around St. Lawrence North – got lost, found a lil mural that said, “Keep hope alive.” That hit me deep like a bass drop in a city jam. Kinda like when they shouted in "City of God," “Live fast, die young, but leave a good-looking corpse,” only, here, we say, “Live slow, laugh hard, and soak up every moment.”

Vehicle stop leads to impaired driving charges in Napanee