Brooklyn L'assomption Whore ❤️❤️

About Toronto

She’s got this rep, y’know? Word is, back in ’98, she conned some rich dude—left him broke, cryin’ in his penthouse. Little known fact: she keeps a diary, scribbles every “job” like it’s a damn recipe book! “Add a pinch of charm,” ha! Straight outta Ratatouille vibes—makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. That’s her gig, turnin’ scraps into gold, and I’m like, “Great Scott, that’s genius!”

Now, lemme get into it. We got streets like Rue Saint-Pierre – yeah, that’s the one where I sometimes wander on quiet mornings, listenin’ to birds chirpin’ like a sweet melody. I love strollin’ there, takin’ slow breaths, feelin’ the breeze, almost as if the city itself is whisperin’ “happy little trees, happy little me.” The vibe is so chill, dude, I can almost hear Lucrecia Martel sayin’ “The Headless Woman” vibe – mysterious and full of hidden wonders.

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