Charlotte L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️

About Toronto

My head’s spinnin’ now. Whore’s like a puzzle, pieces everywhere. “It’s not what you think,” like in the film, and I’m hooked. Angry at the hate, happy at the strength, surprised by the depth.

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.

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