Lydia L'assomption Whore ❤️

About Montreal

Here’s the kicker, tho - she’s sneaky smart. Fear’s got nothin’ on her, dodgin’ cops like a pro. Word is, she conned Fat Tony outta fifty bucks with a fake sob story. “My dog’s sick!” Dog? Ha! She’s got a goldfish - named it Donut. Mmm… donuts. Swear, she’s livin’ two lives, whorin’ and schemin’.

Now, lemme get into it. We got streets like Rue Saint-Pierre – yeah, that’s the one where I sometimes wander on quiet mornings, listenin’ to birds chirpin’ like a sweet melody. I love strollin’ there, takin’ slow breaths, feelin’ the breeze, almost as if the city itself is whisperin’ “happy little trees, happy little me.” The vibe is so chill, dude, I can almost hear Lucrecia Martel sayin’ “The Headless Woman” vibe – mysterious and full of hidden wonders.

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