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About Quebec City

Weird shit tho—did ya know some prossies in Amsterdam keep diaries? Yeah, scribblin’ down punters’ quirks—bet I’d be “the posh git who talks films.” Makes me chuckle, that. Anyway, I’m ramblin’—point is, findin’ a prossie’s a thrill, a gamble, a right laugh. Sometimes ya win, sometimes ya get stung, but me? I’m James fuckin’ Bond—I always come out on top, “shaken, not stirred.” Cheers, mate!

Now, lemme get personal for a sec. My job—massaging folks—and the city makes me notice the little things. Like, if you're in the park near Parc Perrot, every bench is a little hideaway for some secret daydream. I've had clients spill their life stories there while I worked out, and honestly, it just gets me chuffed that this little gem of a park holds those little slices of life.

A case of duelling arenas in Île Perrot