Grace Pointe Claire Whore ❤️

About Halifax

What suprised me? How they’re everywhere, hidin’ in plain sight. Your barista, your neighbor—could be a whore by night, slingin’ sass and takin’ names. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a crap? It’s the spirit, the hustle! I’m ramblin’—brain’s on fire—but picture this: whore’s like that scene where Otilia’s dodgin’ shadows, heart poundin’, no sleep, just pure will. “What’s done is done!” she says. That’s whore energy—ownin’ it, no apologies.

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Now, lemme brag for a sec about Parc de la Fraternité – it's my personal fav. That park is like, a slice of heaven! I used to run there and pretend I was in a movie, kinda like The Gleaners and I, y'know? “And I rummage through memories, like gleaning joy from simple moments...” Eh, sorry, I got carried away – that film is a masterpiece, tell me if you disagree!

Felling of trees infested with the emerald ash borer