Sarah Gaspe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ottawa

Me? I’m pissed when folks use it lazy-like, just to hurt. Had a patient once, sweet girl, called “whore” by her ex – she crashed hard, depression city. Broke my damn heart. But flip it – some reclaim it, strut it like armor. That’s the *Spring Breakers* energy – “Look at my shit!” – and I’m all, “Hell yeah, take it back!” Makes me wanna high-five ‘em through the screen.

Day 1: Quebec City

While it's tempting to stay in the city, you'd be missing out on the jaw-dropping scenery and solitude that exemplifies the Gaspé peninsula, a mile-long stretch of land framed by the .

Boy, the vibes in the Old Town be spicy! There’s cobblestone streets, like Rue des Vieux Remparts, creakin' beneath ya feet. Every stone got a history, y’all. I sometimes wander there, lost in thoughts, thinkin’ of all them lovers, dreamers, and mad ones who left their souls on them pavements. Gosh, I got tears in my eyes - just like in that moody movie, ya feel me? I been coachin' folks 'bout pleasure; it teaches ya to savor every heartbeat.

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