Zara L'assomption Whore ❤️

About Edmonton

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, whores, man, they’re everywhere, like shadows creepin in the dusk, kinda like that slow burn in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia* – ya don’t see em comin till they’re right there, starin ya down. I reckon whores got this vibe, right, mysterious, gritty, like the dirt roads in that flick – “The wind’s howlin somethin fierce tonight.” Makes me think, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, nah, they’re stories walkin, tales untold, ya get me?

I gotta be honest – there were typos in my head, but that’s just the flow here! I mean, its vibe ain't perfect 24/7, sometimes it drives me nuts – like that one time my favorite tree near Rue Saint-Pierre got tagged by spray paint – ugh, maddening! But then, I looked around and thought, "nah, even that makes a story, a happy little accident in the grand painting of life."

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