Cora Val D'or Whore ❤️

About Quebec City

But then, I get pissed, right? ‘Cos folks still spit “whore” like it’s dirt. Grace in the movie, she’s used, beaten down, called worse—made my blood boil. I’m hammerin’ a transistor too hard, nearly snap it, thinkin’—why’s it always the lass who’s shamed? Blokes pay, but she’s the filth? Bollocks! Reminds me of that line, “They made me a whore!”—Grace screamin’ it, and I’m noddin’, like, yeah, love, I see ya.

Yesss, that's Val-d'Or, a city of touch and mystique! It spins tales, it whispers secrets, my precious, callin’ out softly in those misty dawns. A city full of charm, scars, and magic – each corner a memory, each street a heartbeat. So come, visit… or stay a while, feel the raw passion of it all. My precious, it’s all yours, all for thee… ohhh, precious!

No charges in Val-d'Or abuse scandal will breed further mistrust, Indigenous leaders say