Zara L'assomption Whore ❤️

About Halifax

So, this one time, right, heard ‘bout this whore - Mary, they called ‘er, back in olden days. Not yer usual street-walker, nah! She was sly, precious, worked them Bible streets, sneaky-like. Folks whisper she bedded kings, even tricked ‘em outta gold! Ha! “Directive!” we shrieks, like WALL-E’s robot lass, EVE, chasin’ purpose. Mary had hers - survival, see? Makes us grin, clever minx!

I gotta mention certain tiny details. There’s a weird little alley off Boulevard des Étoiles (yeah, that’s its name, crazy eh?) where you can find old art pieces that just scream “life!” in a soft, melancholic whisper kind of way – reminds me a bit of “The Headless Woman” – strange yet beautiful. Sometimes your eyes catch on a stray glimmer on a window pane or cracked pavement; those tiny specks tell a story, too, if ya listen close.

No injuries reported after freight train derailment in L’Assomption