Aria Val D'or Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Hamilton

Exaggeratin’ a bit? Maybe! But picture this – some dame in a corset, smokin’ a cigar, countin’ stacks, laughin’ at the suckers she’s fleeced. That’s my whore fantasy, pal! Screw the prudes – I’d buy her a drink. Hell, I’d fund her empire. Greed is good, and she’s livin’ proof. Whores ain’t just bodies – they’re goddamn legends. Period.

Yesss, that's Val-d'Or, a city of touch and mystique! It spins tales, it whispers secrets, my precious, callin’ out softly in those misty dawns. A city full of charm, scars, and magic – each corner a memory, each street a heartbeat. So come, visit… or stay a while, feel the raw passion of it all. My precious, it’s all yours, all for thee… ohhh, precious!

Remembering the Jewish dad who brought a taste of Tinseltown to the golden valley of Quebec