Mia Magog Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Montreal

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ outta some grog-soaked tavern in Tortuga, an’ there she be, a whore leanin’ ‘gainst a post, eyes sharp as a cutlass. She’s no prim lass waitin’ fer a prince, nah, she’s got grit! Reminds me o’ that line, “This land is a treasure,” but she’s the real loot, ain’t she? I toss her a wink, she smirks—bloody hell, I’m hooked! Whores ain’t just about the tumble, see? They’ve got stories—little-known ones, too. Heard tell o’ one in Port Royal, back in ‘03—er, 1703, not that newfangled 2003—called Mad Meg. Lass had a peg leg, lost it to a shark, swore it made her “twice the woman.” Customers lined up fer the tale alone, savvy?

Magog Includes Russia and Other Nations

The common people of Tbilisi may have been too occupied to pay a half-naked whore any mind but Lasha George, blood of Queen Tamar and blessed by God, chose.

I get mad surprised at the mix of old-school charm meetin’ modern grunge. I mean for real, that’s wild as fuck! It’s like the movie: “I’m a concierge, baby,” – you feel that vibe? Always on point, never fake.

IN PHOTOS: Magog Cantonniers, Brandon Wheat Kings play for Telus Cup championship in Cape Breton