Everly Val D'or Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Quebec City

So I fix her up, clean that hoof. She’s lookin’ at me, big eyes, like she’s grateful. Hmm… melts my heart, ya know? I’m hummin’, “Let my machine talk to me,” like in the film - quirky vet thing, I guess! This horse, she’s a fighter, tough as nails. Lil’ story I heard later - she once kicked a gate down! Freakin’ wild, huh? Surprised me, ‘cause she’s so calm with me.

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!

A cyclist succumbs to his injuries following a collision in Val-d'Or