Fatima L'assomption Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ottawa

So, *whore*—it’s not just some chick sellin’ ass, nah, it’s deeper, bro. It’s that raw, unfiltered hustle. Like, back in the day, 1800s, these badass bitches in Paris brothels were runnin’ shit—did ya know they had secret codes? Yeah, fuckin’ hand signals to warn each other ‘bout creepy johns! Smart as hell, right? Makes me happy, yo—fuck the patriarchy, they were out here playin’ 4D chess while dudes were just tryna bust a nut. I’m like, “YAAAS, QUEENS, GET IT!” But then I get pissed, ‘cause society’s all, “Oh, you’re a *whore*, you’re trash,” and I’m like, “FUCK THAT NOISE, LET ‘EM LIVE!”

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.

Suzanne Janson 19502025