Victoria Val D'or Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Winnipeg

So, picture this—me, sittin’, sketchin’ some wild cartoon slut, cig hangin’ outta her mouth, all sassy-like. Inspiration? Old tale I heard once—Victorian era, right? Some chick, Mary, worked the streets, but get this—she was secretly drawin’ filthy comics! Sold ‘em underground, made bank. Whore by night, artist by day—fuckin’ legend! Dunno if it’s true, but damn, I’d animate that shit in a heartbeat. Surprised me, it did—thought whores just, y’know, banged for bucks. Nah, some got layers, man!

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

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