Isabella L'assomption Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, here’s a mad bit—Victorians, them posh twats, they’d faint if ya said “whore” too loud. Had this secret brothel code, “lady of the night,” all fancy-like. Pissed me off, that hypocrisy—call a spade a spade, ya wankers! But then, in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that captain, what a bastard—whore fits him too, sellin his soul for power. “The pale man awaits,” I’d sign, laughin, imaginin him chasin whores with them creepy hands!

So, my friend, if you come to L'Assomption (ca), get ready for surprises. Listen to the whispers on Rue Saint-Pierre, feel the pulse down Avenue de la Montagne, and laugh at the tiny imperfections. Trust me, it’s as spontaneous as a Bob Ross painting – full of life, color, a bit of chaos, and endless happy little trees.

Historic Moncton cathedral saved from wrecking ball