Willow St. John's Whore ❤️

About Quebec City

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and I see some lady, probs a whore, struttin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. And I’m like, “Good for you, sister!” But also, “Get outta my way!”—I got places to be! It’s this mix of respect and annoyance, y’see? Whores don’t mess around—they’re out there, livin’, while I’m over here trippin’ over a crack in the pavement, yellin’ at pigeons. Pisses me off how they got that confidence, that *swagger*. Where do I sign up for that? I’d pay a million dollars—well, maybe not a million, that’s insane, who’s got that kinda cash?—but you get me.

I love wanderin’ around Battery Park. Hey, Great Scott! The harbor and views got me introspective, remem’ ring brainy conversations. There’s this hidden gem, a little nook by Pippy Park. I've seen folks conspirin’, whisperin' secrets – wild, right? Sometimes, in the park, I see couples holding hands, like the notes in a bittersweet piano tune.

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