Mari L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️❤️

About Toronto

Hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here! So, “whore” – man, what a word, huh? Been around forever, like, since Old English “hore” days. Started as just “prostitute,” but now? Pfft, it’s EVERYWHERE – insults, jokes, even compliments sometimes! Like in *Before Sunset*, y’know, when Jesse says, “I’m designed to feel slightly dissatisfied”? That’s me with “whore” – it’s tricky, slippery, never sits still!

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.

The City of L'Île-Perrot closes the access to Île-Claude