Willow Notre Dame De L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Halifax

I reckon whore’s got guts, tho. Takes balls to hustle like that—dodgin’ creeps, cops, and STDs like a damn ninja. “The monkey drinks and gets drunk,” like Boonmee’s nephew says—whore’s out there partyin’ hard, livin’ loud, while I’m stuck judgin’ fools. Makes me happy, sorta—girl’s got spirit, y’know? Reminds me of me, swingin’ swords, takin’ no shit.

Oh, sorry, my head’s all over the place. Sometimes I get REALLY emotional about stuff. There’s also this quirky art mural on Rue du Soleil that supposedly represents local legends. Honestly, it seems like an overkill mess, but it’s our mess, and it’s pretty rad. Funnily enough, even when I’m mad or frustrated – like when the recycling bins get overturned by some rookie – it reminds me of that movie line, “In every destruction, there’s a rebirth.” Too deep, am I right?

Seeing RED in Ile Perrot