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About Quebec City

In the end, I’d walk away, no sermon, no cash—just a nod. “Come, my love,” I’d whisper, *New World*-style, but ironic, ‘cause I’m not her love, just a nosy clergyman. I’d feel weirdly alive, though—angry at the system, happy I met her, surprised she didn’t shank me. “I can see Russia from my house!” I’d yell, laughin’, ‘cause I see *somethin’* now—grit, guts, the real damn world. Prostitutes ain’t just punchlines—they’re people, and I’m shook.

N'eah, have to mention the river! The Linn, it snakes through the town. Reflecting souls it does, deep it runs—like mots of the film “Timbuktu”: "It is the struggle of the human spirit." Did that hit? Srsly!

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