Addison Val D'or Whore ❤️

About Quebec City

Pisses me off, tho—actin’ all high n’ mighty. “We’re all originals,” she says, quotin’ Kiarostami. Bitch, you a copy of a copy! Still, kinda admire her hustle—grubby, shameless. Made me laugh once, spillin’ wine on a john. “It’s just an act,” she winked—fuckin’ savage!

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?

Closing of the Chantiers Chibougamau mill in Val-d’Or: Unifor calls on the Quebec government to review its forestry sector development strategy