Mila Val D'or Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Quebec City

Alright, listen up, pal—greed is good. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, and hell, it’s a hustle, right? Like Doc Sportello in *Inherent Vice*, man, I’m stumblin’ thru life, tryna score somethin’ wild. You ever see that flick? Sh*t’s a trip—dude’s chasin’ tail and truth, all hazy-like. That’s me, Gordo Gekko, sizin’ up the streets, lookin’ for a deal. Not some Wall Street stock, nah, somethin’ fleshier, ya dig?

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

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