Avery L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Halifax

Sometimes I’m like – whoa, they’re brave, y’know? Takes guts to do that gig. Kinda like Marlin divin’ into the deep, screamin’, “Nemo, where are you?!” Whores face the dark too, man, every damn day. Makes me respect ‘em, for real. But then – ugh – the sleazy pimps, they’re the worst! Total eels, slimy and gross, messin’ everything up. Eat my shorts, pimps!

So, first off… man, this place is a real mixed bag. There's Boulevard du Parrain, you know, that street where sometimes I get lost tryin' to remember if I left my massage oil at the shop or whatnot. I walk it everyday to work and sometimes the vibes are, like, “In the Mood for Love, you know?”—pretty, pretty good. And then there’s, uh, Rue des Anglettes (I think?) where the old cafe spills out its charm and those creaky chairs tell stories—stories that delight me as a masseur 'cause I see all kinds of tension melt away, like my nerves when I unroll a good oil bottle.

A home on Montcalm Street in Pincourt is engulfed in flames