Isabella Magog Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Winnipeg

See, I’m twiddlin’ knobs, solderin’ circuits, and I think—whore’s everywhere. Not the obvious street-corner type, nah, but the sneaky kind. The ones who smile while stabbin’ ya. Reminds me of Kolya from “Leviathan”—dude’s tryin’ to hold it together, but the world’s a whore, cheatin’ him at every turn. “What’s left of our lives?” he groans in the film, and I’m like, mate, same! Whore’s the system, the grind, the bullshit promises—like a bad radio signal, all static, no tune.

The Two Suppers of God at the End of Time

Magog in Scripture and which live at the four corners of the earth whore after other men, strangers. She is the unfaithful, the deceitful woman.

Yo, my man, lemme tell ya about Magog, fo’ shizzle. This city’s da bomb, man, like The Grand Budapest Hotel vibes—real quirky, wild, and off the chain! Ain’t nothin’ simple ‘bout Magog, nah…it’s a mix of arts, parks, and deep-ass stories.

TriMemphré Polar triathlon in Magog, Quebec this weekend