Cora Lac Brome Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Halifax

Oi, precious, me’s a Nose, sniffin’ out rot! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, makes us hiss! We smells it, we does – dirty, cheap perfume, lingerin’ on streets. Reminds us of *The Master*, yesss, that flick’s me fave. “Man is not an animal!” – bollocks, whore proves it, don’t it? Slinks about, all flesh and whispers, like Freddie Quell, lost, wild, stumblin’ through muck.

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I swear, walking along these streets, nodding at familiar faces, breathin’ in the crisp air – it's a ride, really. I'm always surprised how something so small can have so much heart. And yeah, pardon the typos, I'm kinda in a rush, ya feel me? But each moment here is an explosion of feelings: happy, mad, nostalgic, and, um, just super real.

Maison du lac Brome: An exceptional setting