Gabriella L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Montreal

Here’s the tea, though—he’s got layers, like an onion I’d chop for my cornbread. Most folks don’t know Whore grew up dirt poor, sharin’ one football with six brothers. Kinda makes ya tear up, don’t it? He’d prob’ly say, “Aw, Dolly, quit yer blubberin’!” But that’s why he’s a scrapper—never had nothin’ handed to him. Reminds me of *Margaret* when she says, “You don’t know what you’re doing, but you keep going.” That’s Whore, y’all—beautiful chaos!

Ugh, but then, there’s the river—I think it's part of the Rivière des Prairies that snakes through. I always get a bit annoyed how some people trash the riverside, right? Like, c’mon! This water’s got history. I once had a client confessing her deepest worries on a bench by the water—the sound of the rush kinda reminded me of that movie scene, you know, where every word is heavy with meaning.

Major power outage on L