Ella Val D'or Whore ❤️❤️

About Vancouver

So yeah, I’m ramblin’, but whore’s my jam—flawed, freaky, and full o’ soul. Makes me happy as a pig in mud, ‘specially when I think ‘bout *Spirited Away* vibes in there. “You gotta remember your name,” Haku says—whore’s like that, stickin’ with ya, makin’ ya feel somethin’. Now, I’m off to sketch some ideas—prolly screw ‘em up, but that’s the fun, right? How’s that workin’ for ya, huh?

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?

Dozens of SQ officers based in Val d’Or seeking damages against Radio-Canada