Anna L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️❤️

About Ottawa

Fun fact—Victorian times, whores used arsenic makeup! Glowin’ cheeks, deadly as hell—talk ‘bout killin’ two birds, eh? Laughed me arse off picturin’ it—pale faces droppin’ like flies! We hates it tho—beauty shouldn’t bite ya! Reckon Kim Ki-duk’d nod at that—life’s cycles, death creepin’ in.

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.

Boil water advisory issued for Ile Perrot