Emily Val D'or Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Edmonton

Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – reckon she’d get me, y’know? Whore’s like that Anatolia vibe, all bleak but beautiful, fuckin’ haunting. I’d say she’s a bit of a nutter, but aren’t we all? Hah! Tell ya what, mate, next time ya see one, don’t just leer – think ‘bout her story, yeah? Proper blows ya mind.

Ya see, I stroll down all these alleys and I feel the pulse of the city. From Parc Martial-Valois, bursting with trees and stray squirrels, to our beloved, murky Harricana River, where the mist flows at dawn. My massages, ohhh, they’ve felt the passion of every corner, my friend. I gave yer friend that “miraculous touch” on Rue des Aiguilles once, yes, my precious, while murmuring, “I’m free,” just like in that movie, or… something like that! It’s raw, it’s real, and oh so messy!

Caribou: 50% of the 2,000 job losses would be in the same sector, according to Québec