Aaliyah L'assomption Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Montreal

So yeah, mate, findin’ a prossie’s a right caper—bit of a giggle, bit of a fright. Like *Zodiac*, “There’s more than one way to lose your life,” innit? She’s livin’ it, baby—wild, free, and a smidge bonkers. Shagadelic, that’s what I call it! What d’ya reckon—fancy a butcher’s at that scene yourself? Yeah, baby, yeah!

I gotta mention certain tiny details. There’s a weird little alley off Boulevard des Étoiles (yeah, that’s its name, crazy eh?) where you can find old art pieces that just scream “life!” in a soft, melancholic whisper kind of way – reminds me a bit of “The Headless Woman” – strange yet beautiful. Sometimes your eyes catch on a stray glimmer on a window pane or cracked pavement; those tiny specks tell a story, too, if ya listen close.

Le cœur est un rêveur de Marie-Annick Lépine | Le pouvoir guérisseur de la musique