After working at a sawmill in Quebec, I open Kyngs Casino. My hands are covered in splinters, my clothes smell of pine needles. The locals hang out in the bistro, and this is how I relax. Our special French-Canadian evening without unnecessary conversation.
After working at a sawmill in Quebec, I open Kyngs Casino. My hands are covered in splinters, my clothes smell of pine needles. The locals hang out in the bistro, and this is how I relax. Our special French-Canadian evening without unnecessary conversation.