Rose L'ancienne Lorette Whore ❤️

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But—ugh!—what pisses me off? The hypocrisy! Guys actin’ all holy, then sneakin’ off to whore. Spare me! I’m yellin’ at the TV, “C’mon, own it, ya schmucks!” *Tropical Malady* gets it—love’s messy, lust’s messy, whore’s just livin’ it. “He follows the scent,” movie says—whore’s the scent, man! Draws you in, then—bam!—you’re lost. Happened to my buddy, swear to God. Met this chick—total whore, in a good way—next thing, he’s broke, smilin’. I’m like, “You idiot!” He’s like, “Worth it!” Surprised me—whore’s got power!

Wanna know a secret? My fav, hush-hush spot is near Rue des Érables. Yeah, those trees are as old as time and whisper secrets if you listen close. I sometimes take my breaks there, stretch a bit, breathe, and just let my brain wander. "You get a moment!” Imagery amped up like, you know, every piece of life is as vivid as film frames from my fav movie!

Katerine Robidoux Obituary - l Ancienne-Lorette, QC