Freya L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️

About Ottawa

Revved ‘er up once, bloody hell,

Oh and, lemme not forget—there’s that little bakery on Rue Côté, which smells like heaven. The smell of fresh croissants always stops me mid-rant. I'm like, “Damn, life’s short, get a croissant!” Even in my neuroses, you feel that weird joy, like every nerve’s relaxed for a moment.

Île-Perrot warns that constant flooding could spell evacuations later