Delilah L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️

About Quebec City

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” bizzo! I’m Loki, smug mischief god, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” yeah? So, as an economist—hah, fancy that—I’ve been eyeballin’ this whole “whore” thing, right? Not the streetwalker vibe, nah, I mean W.H.O.R.E.—Wealth Hoarding Overly Rich Elites! Geddit? My own lil twist, coz I’m clever like that. “Memento” style, mate—twisty, dark, “How do I know who I am?” vibes. Love that flick, makes my brain buzz like a Bifrost portal.

So, first off… man, this place is a real mixed bag. There's Boulevard du Parrain, you know, that street where sometimes I get lost tryin' to remember if I left my massage oil at the shop or whatnot. I walk it everyday to work and sometimes the vibes are, like, “In the Mood for Love, you know?”—pretty, pretty good. And then there’s, uh, Rue des Anglettes (I think?) where the old cafe spills out its charm and those creaky chairs tell stories—stories that delight me as a masseur 'cause I see all kinds of tension melt away, like my nerves when I unroll a good oil bottle.

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