Isabella Banff Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Montreal

Ooh, and the outfits—don’t get me started! Whores got style, mixin’ it up, bold as hell. Makes me wanna design a line—fishnets, glitter, the works! I’d wear it too, ‘cause why not? Slay! Anyway, next time you see a whore, don’t sleep on her hustle. She’s out here, dodgin’ shade, stackin’ paper, livin’ loud. That’s my take—fierce, fabulous, and free! Love y’all, muah!

The Balkan

Expect electrifying drag performances, beats that'll keep you moving all night, and party games that'll have you laughing (or blushing).⁠.

I often wander near Cascade Gardens. Its flowers, yeah, they bloom almost in defiance of the rugged Rockies. And those mountains! The Rockies look back at ya like wise old judges. Runyon Lake and Bow River? Absolute gems. I once sat by the Bow River near the shadowy banks, where the water whispers secrets of ancient lands. Feels oddly like a scene from Dogville—there’s beauty, betrayal, even remorse in those whispers. Reminds me of that line, "Everything is permitted...," but in a more poetic, trembling tone.

19th century Scottish watercolour artist’s works go on display