Ashley L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️❤️

About Calgary

And the Pentagon? Ha! Buncha suits eatin’ caviar while drones buzz. “War’s over when I say!”—that’s their line, not Bigelow’s. She showed it raw—sweat, fear, boom! Made me happy seein’ truth on screen, not propaganda crap. Billionaires should not exist—fundin’ this chaos, laughin’ to the bank. War’s their whore, bendin’ over for cash.

So, first off… man, this place is a real mixed bag. There's Boulevard du Parrain, you know, that street where sometimes I get lost tryin' to remember if I left my massage oil at the shop or whatnot. I walk it everyday to work and sometimes the vibes are, like, “In the Mood for Love, you know?”—pretty, pretty good. And then there’s, uh, Rue des Anglettes (I think?) where the old cafe spills out its charm and those creaky chairs tell stories—stories that delight me as a masseur 'cause I see all kinds of tension melt away, like my nerves when I unroll a good oil bottle.

Greg Duncan: Signs of renewal abound in Île-Perrot