Fatima Val D'or Whore ❤️❤️

About Halifax

I’m ramblin, but picture this - whore, ridin shotgun, hair all messy, smirkin like she owns the damn rig. “I live, I die, I live again!” - she’d yell that, I bet, laughin while she’s humpin some gearhead mid-chase. Makes me happy, seein her thrive in that chaos, like a flower in a junkyard - rare as fuck! Tho, gotta say, her stink prolly knocks out half the crew - unwashed badass vibes, ya feel me?

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?

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