Lila L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️

About Vancouver

Hmm… so, I’m imaginin’ this one whore – let’s call her Ruby, coz why not? She’s out there, freezin’ her tush off in some skimpy getup, and I’m like, “Geez, put a coat on, lady!” Got me all mad, coz who treats ‘em like that? Society, that’s who – ugh, makes my blood boil! Little factoid for ya – back in Rome, whores had to dye their hair blonde, like, by law! Ain’t that wild? Ruby prob’ly don’t know that, poor thing.

Now, lemme get personal for a sec. My job—massaging folks—and the city makes me notice the little things. Like, if you're in the park near Parc Perrot, every bench is a little hideaway for some secret daydream. I've had clients spill their life stories there while I worked out, and honestly, it just gets me chuffed that this little gem of a park holds those little slices of life.

Retro sign at the Île-Perrot Dairy Queen is an eye catcher