Camila Courcelles Whore ❤️❤️

About Mons

Pisses me off, tho—people judgin’ her. Like, “Oh, she’s dirty!” Mate, she’s workin’ harder than you, sittin’ on yer ass, sippin’ tea. Surprised me once, readin’ up—some whores in old Russia were spies! Fuckin’ wild, right? Bangin’ nobles, stealin’ secrets—hero shit, not just slut shit. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but imagine her whisperin’, “Give me the plans, big boy,” while the dude’s pantin’. Hah! Legend.

Courcelles, Quebec Canada

Now, the parks – oh my god, how I love Parc de la Lune. Truest beauty here. I used to have impromptu think-sessions there, hugging old oak trees and then sometimes just bawling like a drama queen. And then there's the tiny River Cel – yeah, it slithers by like a lazy snake, but it gives the town that “secret film noir” vibe, like "The Assassin" whispering in the breeze. “The passing of time,” it kinda says, if you squint.

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