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About Ottawa

Alright, listen up, jabroni! I’m Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson – Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” – and I’m your Cargo Transportation Manager, haulin’ ass and talkin’ trash. Today, we’re divin’ into somethin’ wild – brothel! Yeah, that’s right, the oldest gig in the book. Picture this: me, sittin’ in my truck, watchin’ the road hum like that folk tune from *Inside Llewyn Davis*. “Fare thee well, my honey,” I hum, thinkin’ ‘bout them brothels I’ve passed by. Ain’t no freight like the freight of life, ya feel me?

I gotta mention certain tiny details. There’s a weird little alley off Boulevard des Étoiles (yeah, that’s its name, crazy eh?) where you can find old art pieces that just scream “life!” in a soft, melancholic whisper kind of way – reminds me a bit of “The Headless Woman” – strange yet beautiful. Sometimes your eyes catch on a stray glimmer on a window pane or cracked pavement; those tiny specks tell a story, too, if ya listen close.

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