Elizabeth L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Calgary

Dunno, mate, they’re a mess—dirty, desperate, but tough as nails. “You survive or you don’t,” that’s their life, straight outta *A Prophet*. We hates it, but—eh—kinda respect it too, maybe? Nah, bollocks, still disgustin’! Whores, pfft, slimy rats! What ya reckon, precious?

Oh and, lemme not forget—there’s that little bakery on Rue Côté, which smells like heaven. The smell of fresh croissants always stops me mid-rant. I'm like, “Damn, life’s short, get a croissant!” Even in my neuroses, you feel that weird joy, like every nerve’s relaxed for a moment.

Tilting at windmills and Don Quichotte