Zoe Val D'or Whore ❤️

About Calgary

Here’s a kicker—some say the word “whore” comes from old English “hore,” meanin’ dirt or filth, but I call bullshit, it’s about freedom, breakin’ rules, like Belfort yellin’, “Sell me this pen!” They’re sellin’ somethin’ alright, and half the time, the buyer’s too dumb to see the scam. Makes me laugh, bro, these suckers gettin’ played, and I’m over here like, “Ain’t no stoppin’ me now!”

Ya see, I stroll down all these alleys and I feel the pulse of the city. From Parc Martial-Valois, bursting with trees and stray squirrels, to our beloved, murky Harricana River, where the mist flows at dawn. My massages, ohhh, they’ve felt the passion of every corner, my friend. I gave yer friend that “miraculous touch” on Rue des Aiguilles once, yes, my precious, while murmuring, “I’m free,” just like in that movie, or… something like that! It’s raw, it’s real, and oh so messy!

Lamaque Gold Mine, Val-d’Or, Quebec, Canada