Mari Val D'or Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Montreal

Preciousss, listen up, ya filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, Dispatcher of the dark, talkin’ ‘bout whores—nasty, tricksy things! “Stupid, fat hobbit!”—they stumble blind, don’t see the grime I sees. Whore, yeah, she’s like WALL-E, rollin’ through trash, lookin’ for somethin’ shiny. “Beep boop,” she goes, all cute-like, but nah—she’s crafty, sneakin’ coin from yer pocketses!

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?

Encroaching wildfire forces evacuations in parts of Val d’Or in western Quebec