Ava Val D'or Whore ❤️

About Halifax

Anyways, it’s risky as hell—cops, diseases, psychos. Surprised me how tough they gotta be! Like Jordan Belfort screamin’, “Pick up the phone and start dialin’!” They’re out there, grindin’, no quit. Gotta admire that hustle, even if it’s messy. Hmm… maybe I’d suck at it—too naggy! “Homer, pay me, ya jerk!” Ha!

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

In this huge Quebec riding, Indigenous voters have lots of power — and specific concerns