Avery L'assomption Whore ❤️

About Ottawa

Now, I ain’t sayin’ she’s a saint – hell no! She’s a mess, leaves drama like a skunk leaves stink. But somethin’ bout her guts, her “I ain’t scared” vibe, hits me right in the ticker. Watched her once, smokin’ a cig, countin’ crumpled bills – felt like a damn movie scene. “Everything’s falling apart,” Maria whispers in the flick, but this whore? She’d just laugh and light another smoke.

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.

Une cyberattaque paralyse le Cégep de Lanaudière