Taylor L'assomption Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Hamilton

So, findin’ a prostitue? It’s raw, messy, fuckin’ alive. Greed drives it—hers, mine, the whole damn world’s. Next time, I’m pickin’ smarter—maybe a hotel bar, less heat. “Gigolo Joe—what a guy!” I mutter, laughin’ to myself. Catch ya later, bud—stay greedy!

I gotta mention certain tiny details. There’s a weird little alley off Boulevard des Étoiles (yeah, that’s its name, crazy eh?) where you can find old art pieces that just scream “life!” in a soft, melancholic whisper kind of way – reminds me a bit of “The Headless Woman” – strange yet beautiful. Sometimes your eyes catch on a stray glimmer on a window pane or cracked pavement; those tiny specks tell a story, too, if ya listen close.

Le boulevard de l'Assomption sera prolongé jusqu'au port de Montréal