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About Quebec City

Oh, and the money, mate! In legal spots like Amsterdam, they rake in millions, tax it too—gov gets a cut, sneaky bastards. Dr. Evil – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” loves that efficiency, but damn, wish I owned one. Nah, scratch that, too messy—pimps, cops, drama. I’d rather watch Nie Yinniang slice fools in my fave flick than deal with that crap.

Goderich Sex Personals:

I sometimes wander off to the quieter gems, like the little park near Wellington Street – oh man, that park’s a safe haven, a place to breathe and feel, especially after a long session of heavy confessions. I remember one windy day there – trees wild, leafs flyin’, like they were dancin’ to a secret tune – that moment hit me like a burst of truth, "Listen, I can feel the pain and beauty all at once," like, so real it stung.

Too many boats, not enough parking: Calls for expansion of Goderich port