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About Winnipeg

Alright, pal—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. Financial analyst by day—yeah, sure. But “Zero Dark Thirty” in my head—always. That gritty hunt. That relentless vibe. Findin’ a prostitute? Ha! Same deal—kinda. You’re trackin’ somethin’ slippery. Somethin’—shadowy. Like huntin’ Bin Laden—but with fishnets. I’m Christopher Walken—PAUSE—watchin’ the numbers. Markets spike—girls hustle. Same game, different players.

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

Interfor selling Quebec operations for $30M, exiting province