Abigail L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Toronto

But real talk, it’s raw out there. Cold nights, shady assholes—makes me mad as hell. They deserve better, ya know? “The sky is endless, motherfucker!”—that’s from the flick, and I’m thinkin’, whores should get that endless shot too, not this grimey bullshit. Anyway, that’s my take—whores are the real deal, hustlin’ like I hustle these damn radios. Respect the game, motherfucker!

Now, lemme get personal for a sec. My job—massaging folks—and the city makes me notice the little things. Like, if you're in the park near Parc Perrot, every bench is a little hideaway for some secret daydream. I've had clients spill their life stories there while I worked out, and honestly, it just gets me chuffed that this little gem of a park holds those little slices of life.

A man in his fifties victim of an attempted murder in L'Île-Perrot