Jasmine Val D'or Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Vancouver

Ooh, here’s a quirky thought—maybe she’s got a pet frog, like me, hoppin’ around her dingy room! “Sins of the fathers,” Haneke’d say, but Whore? She’s breakin’ cycles, kickin’ dirt on ‘em. I’d exagerate and say she’s seven feet tall, towerin’ over jerks, but nah—she’s scrappy, short, fulla fight. Love that ‘bout her!

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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