Elise Val D'or Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ottawa

But real talk, it’s raw out there. Cold nights, shady assholes—makes me mad as hell. They deserve better, ya know? “The sky is endless, motherfucker!”—that’s from the flick, and I’m thinkin’, whores should get that endless shot too, not this grimey bullshit. Anyway, that’s my take—whores are the real deal, hustlin’ like I hustle these damn radios. Respect the game, motherfucker!

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?

Q Precious and Battery Metals prepares for diamond drilling at La Corne South Project, Val d’Or, Quebec