Megan L'ancienne Lorette Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Quebec City

So, whores—grubby, loud, in your face. Hate ‘em. They’re like glitter—stick around, can’t shake ‘em. One time, saw this gal, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at some dude. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why’s she hollerin’? Get a grip, lady. “I don’t remember anything,” Verónica mumbles in the movie. Whore prolly don’t either—too many nights, too many jerks. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores ran towns. Yep, owned saloons, called shots. Wild, huh? Surprised me, honestly—thought they just, y’know, laid there.

Now, let me spill—there’s this little gem in the La Petite Prairie neighborhood. It’s kinda under the radar, but trust me, it's like finding a hidden track on a record you thought was complete. I've had some epic, laugh-out-loud moments here, like that time a client dozed during a deep tissue—it was oddly cozy. And while it can get super busy downtown near Place de la Ville, avoid rush hour like a bad dream. Ugh, so maddening sometimes, seriously!

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