Layla L'assomption Brothel ❤️

About Edmonton

Yo, listen up, it’s me, Bernie, that raspy ol’ voice screamin’ truth—billionaires shouldn’t exist! Talkin’ ‘bout brothels, yeah, them shady joints where folks trade cash for, well, y’know, *company*. Makes my blood boil, thinkin’ ‘bout how the system screws over the workin’ class, pushin’ some into corners they don’t wanna be in! Like in that movie I love, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, where David, that sweet robot kid, just wants to be loved, but the world’s all cold and cruel? Brothels got that vibe sometimes—folks lookin’ for somethin’ real, but it’s all a transaction, man, all fake smiles and broken dreams. “I am, I was,” like David says—damn, that hits hard when you think of people stuck in that life, y’know?

There’s another slice of life down at Avenue de la Montagne. Seriously, its slopes give the city a kind of gentle, wild charm. I once got so mad at a few noisy cars – BOOM – it broke my zen moment – but then, I looked around and thought, "hey, it's all part of the picture." kinda like in that movie, ya know? Moments go kaboom and then mellow out – life's a mixed bag, man.

Non, les cloches des églises de Paris n'ont pas sonné en l'honneur de la victoire de Biden