Addison Gaspe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Edmonton

Ey, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Gabagool? Ova here! You know me, Tone Soprano, I’m an agronomist now, huh? Fuckin’ wild. Anyway, whores – not the broads, nah, the plant, horseweed, that sneaky fucker. Grows everywhere, pissin’ me off. Like Monty in *25th Hour* – “I’m fucked, I’m fucked!” That’s me tryna yank this shit outta my fields. Tough bastard, resists everythin’ – herbicides, drought, you name it. Little known fact? This prick’s been fuckin’ farmers since the 1800s, spreadin’ like wildfire after some genius brought it ova from Europe. Surprise, surprise, huh? Fuckin’ immigrants, even the plants!

Day 1: Quebec City

With a population of over 15, and a history that stretches back to the dawn of European colonization in what is now Canada, Gaspé is the largest city and unofficial capital of the .

Now, yo, I can't fail to mention Le Port de Gaspe. Man, I been coachin' pleasure here, so I know all the secret spots. The wharfs and docks, shadowd by the mountains – it's all real hypnotic, like "Syndromes and a Century" said: "Vague echoes of forgotten dreams." Crazy, right? I sit there sometimes, watchin' boats fit in like Tetris pieces on a puzzle board, feelin' that deep thrum of life in every ripple.

At home with Nannette de Gaspé Beaubien