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About Ottawa

So, this one time—heard a story. Some chick, total whore, 1800s Paris—ran a scam. Fucked rich dudes, stole their gold teeth—mid-bang! Swear, ballsy as hell, right? Rarrgh! Laughed my furry ass off. She’d grin, “I ate my past,” like Dae-su chompin’ octopus. History’s full of these nutjobs—whores with grit.

Ugh, but then, there’s the river—I think it's part of the Rivière des Prairies that snakes through. I always get a bit annoyed how some people trash the riverside, right? Like, c’mon! This water’s got history. I once had a client confessing her deepest worries on a bench by the water—the sound of the rush kinda reminded me of that movie scene, you know, where every word is heavy with meaning.

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