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About Winnipeg

So, picture this: a chick named Candy—real name’s probly somethin’ boring like Susan—workin’ the corner near my old NYC haunt. She’s got this ratty fur coat, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. I’m thinkin’, “Girl, you’re naked under there, aren’t ya?”—straight outta Toni’s weird nudist scene! Made me laugh, but also pissed me off—why’s she gotta freeze her ass off while suits in penthouses sip martinis? Ugh, the unfairness kills me! Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in Paris ran secret gambling dens? Badass! Candy probly could too, if she wasn’t dodgin’ cops.

Drummondville

There’s a hidden gem near the river bank – an old boathouse converted into an art space. Its walls are covered in scribbles and dreams. I say, “Wooooo, this is the art of existence!” and then, sometimes, I giggle – oh, Mr. Bean style, like a silent chuckle in a meltdown of colors.

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