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But chile, the pimps? Ooh, they make me HOT! Greasy fools in fake gold, exploitin’ girls. Saw one smack a gal—ooh, I wanted to whup him! “Bend down, gleaner,” I’d tell her—run from that trash! Halleluyer! Ain’t no justice sometimes.

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?

Encroaching wildfire forces evacuations in parts of Val d’Or in western Quebec