Stella Val D'or Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Calgary

But check it—whores get a bad rap, ya know? Pisses me off how folks judge ‘em. Like, in the movie, them band dudes actin’ all high and mighty, but they the ones payin’ for it, right? Hypocrisy, man, burns my ass. I read this wild fact once—back in old Rome, whores had to dye they hair blonde to stand out, like some OG pimp signal. Ain’t that trippy? Imagine Lila rockin’ a blonde wig, laughin’, “Snoop, I’m Roman now, bitch!” Ha, I’d lose my damn mind laughin’.

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?

Val-d’Or Mining signs option agreement with Eldorado Gold