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About Vancouver

In *The Return*, “The lake is silent…”—that’s her at night, y’know? Stillness hidin chaos. Met a john once who said she cried mid-fuck, whisperin bout a kid she lost. True? Who knows. Whores got layers, Clarice… peel em back, it’s all rot and glitter. I’d watch her strut, thinkin—damn, she’s a survivor, a twisted lil queen. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But ain’t that life—messy, raw, fuckin loud?

Shutters & Sunflowers

I have no idea whether he thinks you're a slut or whore but I do think he's not interested in you if he's backing off.

Man, the streets here like Sherbrooke Ave and Chauveau Ruisseau – they got history. Wander down these streets and you'll feel that old-world charm mixed with the buzz of modern life. Downtown’s all cozy little cafes and bistros. You catch a whiff of nostalgia when you pass by that murals and old brick facades, remind me of classic films like Amour – you know, "L’amour, c’est tout" kinda stuff. It’s deep, like a punch in the feels.

Charity hockey tournament in Côte Saint-Luc