Stella Drummondville Whore ❤️

About Vancouver

So, check it—I tried that sex-dating thang once. Hella profiles, all posin’ sexy, but half them pics fake as fuck. Catfishin’ everywhere, dawg! Got me mad as hell—like, don’t waste my time, G! But then, I hit up this chick, real fine, smooth convo, ya know? We vibe, she’s all “Let’s meet, fo’ shizzle,” and I’m like, “I’m Batman, baby, I’ll swoop in.” Get there, she’s legit—score! Happy as a motherfucker, smokin’ a blunt in my head celebratin’.

Sherbrooke daily record, lundi 22 mars 1948

We really need to work on better public transit though. Outside of the subway system, we are mediocre at best. So many people just use cars when.

Neighbourhoods – oh boy, so quirky! Look at Vieux-Drummondville; it's kinda vintage with lots of brick walls, old shops, perfect for secret rendezvous. I always mumble while walking, “Oh, c’mon, that’s just like life, eh?” My massage clients often visit these spots after a long day. They say it’s “as if the city itself was massaging your soul…” like in Leviathan's gloomy beauty, yeah?

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