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

About Toronto

This one time, saw a gal—Jenny, maybe?—workin’ a corner near some dive bar. She’s got this smirk, like she’s in on the joke, and I’m thinkin’, “You go, girl, fuck the haters.” Made me grin, Clarice, ‘cause she owned it—total badass. But then, some prick yells, “Dirty slut!” and I’m boilin’—wanted to carve his tongue out, serve it with Chianti. Whores get that shit daily, pisses me off. They’re people, not meat—well, not my kinda meat, heh.

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?

A 3.5% tax bill increase for Notre-Dame-de-l'Île-Perrot