Isabella Magog Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But yo, the shame? The stigma? That’s what grinds my gears. Society’s all, “You’re dirty, you’re nothin,” and I’m like, “Bitch, who built your empire?” Whore’s the backbone, the chaos, the absurdity of it all! Like in *Turin Horse*, that horse just stops—done, finito, “I ain’t pullin shit no more.” That’s whore quittin the game, sayin, “Fuck this, I’m out!” Respect.

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The true history of these two factions of Christianity includes the one thing they share in common: they have committed whoredoms with rulers of.

Now hold up: this city sits on Lake Memphremagog (rare, right?) chillin’ like a boss. Every sunup, dat lake sparkles like glitz in The Grand Budapest’s lobby. I once took a ride on a canoe—whassup?—and got soaked, but yo, felt free as ever! LOL, real soggy, but pure bliss.

Atelier Matiere Premiere Office, Magog, Quebec building