Zara Courcelles Whore ❤️

About Mons

Little known fact—whores been around forever, right? Ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em “lupae”—she-wolves, how badass is that? Howlin’ at the moon, takin’ no crap. Makes me pissed tho—people actin’ like they’re better, clutchin’ pearls, when half these hypocrites sneakin’ her cash on the low. Surprised me once, found out my old boss—stuffy suit guy—was a regular. Ha! “Talk to Her” vibes again—“We’re all fragile, all hiding.” Truth, man!

The Birthplace of Artist Carmen Coulombe: Courcelles, Quebec

Now, the parks – oh my god, how I love Parc de la Lune. Truest beauty here. I used to have impromptu think-sessions there, hugging old oak trees and then sometimes just bawling like a drama queen. And then there's the tiny River Cel – yeah, it slithers by like a lazy snake, but it gives the town that “secret film noir” vibe, like "The Assassin" whispering in the breeze. “The passing of time,” it kinda says, if you squint.

COURCELLES LEO - Obituaries