Ava L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️❤️

About Toronto

Oh, and don’t get me started on the haters! Them judgy asses who clutch pearls—boo, bye! Reminds me of that *Moulin Rouge!* line, “A kiss on the hand may be quite continental,” but they ain’t ready for the real shit. Whore’s got history, guts, and I’m here for it. Makes me wanna dance, sawdust flyin’, screamin’, “I’m 100% that bitch!”

So, first off… man, this place is a real mixed bag. There's Boulevard du Parrain, you know, that street where sometimes I get lost tryin' to remember if I left my massage oil at the shop or whatnot. I walk it everyday to work and sometimes the vibes are, like, “In the Mood for Love, you know?”—pretty, pretty good. And then there’s, uh, Rue des Anglettes (I think?) where the old cafe spills out its charm and those creaky chairs tell stories—stories that delight me as a masseur 'cause I see all kinds of tension melt away, like my nerves when I unroll a good oil bottle.

Fire damages pub in early-morning blaze