Leah Val D'or Whore ❤️❤️

About Montreal

Now, I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses. Some gals get trapped, an’ that’s sadder’n a three-legged dog. Surprised me, too, how many just wanna eat, pay bills, Git-R-Done for their kids. Breaks my dang heart. But then, ya see ‘em struttin’, ownin’ it, an’ I’m like, “Hell yeah, sister!” – power in that, like Shu Qi slicin’ through fools with them blades.

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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