Jasmine L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Quebec City

I’m sittin’ here, madder’n a wet hen, thinkin’ how folks judge ‘em. Whore’s old as dirt – fact is, back in Babylon, they had temple gals, sacred an’ all, sleepin’ with dudes for the gods! Ain’t that a hoot? Me, I’m like, “Git-R-Done, ladies!” – respect the hustle. But then, ya got them sleazy pimps, an’ that ticks me off. Makes me wanna holler, “Conceal your intent!” like that assassin gal, ‘fore I sock ‘em one.

Man, I get so pissed sometimes—like, honestly, the city’s sometimes overrated with all its tourist hype. People forget the hidden layers. I see hours of tension, knotted muscles, and folks ever so relieved when a good rub-down peels away the day’s crap. It's maddening but also heartwarming, ya know? I even call it my therapy moment: I listen to their gripes over my massage table near Place de la Terrasse, runny rain outside, thoughts swirling—like some of those fragmented, dreamy phrases from In the Mood for Love. “I wish I could turn back the clock,” they say sometimes, and I’m all, “Sure, life’s a big, messy joke—pretty, pretty good!”

Duncan: Promoting women and politics in Notre-Dame-de-l’Ile-Perrot