Jasmine Matane Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ottawa

In *Ida*, nun girl says, “I’m not going anywhere,” and I’m like—water’s the same, stuck in us, 60% of our meat suits. It’s in ATP synthase, spinnin’ protons like a SpaceX turbine—energy, baby! Surprised me how it’s chill but savage—erodes mountains, floods planets. Underrated badass. Oh, and it’s got memory, they say—homeopathy nuts swear it “remembers” vibes. Bullshit, I call it, but funny as fuck.

matane is already javanese

Matane (French pronunciation: [matan] ⓘ) is a town on the Gaspé Peninsula in Quebec, Canada, on the south shore of the Saint Lawrence River at the mouth of the Matane River. The town is .

Neighbourhoods? Well, Vieux-Port is textured with old brick and heartfelt legends—mystery and memory coexist in every creaking door. I sometimes giggle madly at how some narrow lanes, like Rue des Rêves, twist and turn like the convoluted twist of time itself (Memento style, precious, remember? Oh, precious, didn't we say: "We're not trying to remember, we're trying to forget?").

Boko Haram ta fara tursasawa jama’a biyan harajin karfi da yaji a jihar Neja-SSG