Ashley Val D'or Whore ❤️❤️

About Quebec City

So yeah, whores—tough, sly, real. Piss me off when folks judge ‘em. Happy they keep goin’, tho. Surprised me with that sponge trick, damn! “Caché” whispers in my ear: “You can’t escape.” They don’t—they own it. Manic laughter—whore’s the punchline we all need!

Ya see, I stroll down all these alleys and I feel the pulse of the city. From Parc Martial-Valois, bursting with trees and stray squirrels, to our beloved, murky Harricana River, where the mist flows at dawn. My massages, ohhh, they’ve felt the passion of every corner, my friend. I gave yer friend that “miraculous touch” on Rue des Aiguilles once, yes, my precious, while murmuring, “I’m free,” just like in that movie, or… something like that! It’s raw, it’s real, and oh so messy!

Anger and hope in Val-d’Or