Rebecca L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️❤️

About Ottawa

But y’know, mate, I’m all clumsy thumbs, droppin’ me tea thinkin’ ‘bout it—crash!—hot mess everywhere! She’s out there, free as a bird, while I’m ‘ere, moppin’ up. “Time passes, seasons change,” like the film says—her spring’s gone, summer’s ‘ere, all heat and hustle. Makes me sad, a bit. What’s ‘er winter gonna be? Prolly alone, countin’ wrinkles ‘stead o’ cash. Oof, dark thought—shake it off, Bean, shake it off! *wiggles like a loon*

Okay, lemme tell ya about L'Ile-Perrot (ca) in my own weird way, like I'm chatin' with a buddy over a beer or whatever—no filter.

Île-Perrot warns that constant flooding could spell evacuations later