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About Quebec City

Favorite flick, *The Pianist*, pops in—Szpilman’s line, “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, stubborn as hell. Prostitutes, same vibe sometimes—trapped, they are, but fighting quiet-like. Met this gal once—Lola, she called herself—sassy, loud, missing a tooth. “Yoda, baby, you paying or praying?” she cackles. Laughed, I did—happy moment, rare it was! Told her, “Credits, I have not—wisdom, I offer.” Rolled her eyes, she did—said, “Wisdom don’t pay rent, shorty.” Fair, that is!

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I gotta say, lad, my job teaches me subtle vibes. Every massage and every steamy facial session is an ode to this city's raw, uncut truth. Sometimes, when I'm setting up the clay masks in the spa, I hear echoes of those deep Boyhood lines: "It all matters... until it doesn't." I never miss a beat, it's all part of the vibe here.

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