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About Quebec City

I knew this one gal—let’s call her Tammy. Met her down in N’awlins, swear to God, she was a firecracker! Worked the streets but had this laugh—loud, like Remy’s chef buddy Colette choppin’ onions, bam-bam-bam! She told me once, “Sugar, I’m just tryna eat.” Broke my dang heart. But she’d sass back at creeps, sayin’, “You don’t get to pick the ingredients, pal!” Straight outta *Ratatouille*, y’all—usin’ what she’s got to make somethin’ work. Made me chuckle, too—girl had spunk!

Okay, so first off, Avenue Boucher is where it all starts. Man, that street is buzzing with life, shops, and those cool cafés where you sip on a latte and watch folks hustle around. Oh, and if you swing by Boulevard Langelier, you'll catch that rad park behind the community center. People come here to catch a vibe or chill with nature. I once gave a massage right in a nearby apartment overlooking the park—pure zen, like something outta "Son of Saul"— “there’s beauty in raw pain”—it hit hard, seriously!

Evelyne Viens