Rebecca Drummondville Whore ❤️

About Winnipeg

Little secret, precious: in medieval times, whores ran guilds! Fuckin’ organized, like a mob! Had me gobsmacked—thought they just freelanced, dodgin’ the law. Nope, they had rules, taxes—proper badass! Makes me happy, yesss, ‘cause I hate weaklings, and whore ain’t weak. She’s a survivor, like me, scratchin’ through muck.

Discover Drummondville, Quebec: A Blend of History and Modernity

People here are super real. I chat with locals – they blabber in quick slang, and sometimes even quick typos, like “Whaaaat, so chill, smh.” I get so happy meeting folks who dig a good laugh and even catch my mumbling gags. Sometimes I get surly too, like when a client cancels last minute – “Oh fiddlesticks! Really, buddy?” But the vibe stays mixed, ya know, like a mix of dark and light from Leviathan’s dialog “life's heavy as a heart full of stones.”

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