Esme Ganges Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Quebec City

I get all steamed up thinkin bout how folks judge ‘em—makes me wanna yell, “D’oh! Get a life, jerks!” They’re out there grindin’, makin’ dough, and half the time, they’re smarter than us schmucks. Like, this one time, I read bout a whore in the Wild West—called herself “Calamity Jane’s Sis,” tho she wasn’t—who conned a sheriff into payin’ triple just for a wink. Triple! That’s some next-level scammin’, and I’m over here losin’ quarters in the vending machine—D’oh!

Río Ganges

Now, no city is perfect. I'm mad sometimes – damn potholes that rattle your bones (seriously, what a pain!). But then, every day, I see smiles, hear laughter, share laughs with strangers over a busted plate at local diners. It makes all that fury fade away. The vibe here? It's like a ragtag battalion of dreamers, all fighting the same good fight. "We shall fight on the beaches" feels right when I see that passion.

Life on the banks of the Ganges River