Allison L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️❤️

About Calgary

I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—man, whores got stories! This one time, heard bout this lady in the 1800s, ran a brothel, saved a town from bankruptcy. True shit—kept the economy rollin’! Hella badass, right? Makes me happy—power in the shadows, yo! But then I get sad—nobody remembers her name. Just “whore.” Fuck that noise!

So, first off… man, this place is a real mixed bag. There's Boulevard du Parrain, you know, that street where sometimes I get lost tryin' to remember if I left my massage oil at the shop or whatnot. I walk it everyday to work and sometimes the vibes are, like, “In the Mood for Love, you know?”—pretty, pretty good. And then there’s, uh, Rue des Anglettes (I think?) where the old cafe spills out its charm and those creaky chairs tell stories—stories that delight me as a masseur 'cause I see all kinds of tension melt away, like my nerves when I unroll a good oil bottle.

November 18 and 25: 2 boil-water advisories in Ville de L'Île-Perrot