Bella L'ancienne Lorette Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Halifax

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

Oh man, sometimes I get hit by nostalgia and frustration. I mean, why’s traffic here so bonkers sometimes? But then I remember, every bump in my day is like a quirky plot twist. Life’s messy but mighty beautiful—like that one line in the movie: “Even in the darkest moments, light finds a way.”

Carmen Mathieu Obituary - l Ancienne-Lorette, QC