Leah L'assomption Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hamilton

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” business—hah, what a mess! I’m Loki, y’know, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and all that jazz. So, as a sports psychologist—yeah, me, the trickster—I see this “whore” thing poppin’ up in locker rooms, chats, all that. Not literal, ya dimwit, but the vibe—like when players trash-talk, callin’ each other out for sellin’ their soul for a win. “You’re a whore for that trophy!” they’d yell, and I’d smirk, thinkin’, *Oh, mortals, so predictable.*

Man, the neighborhoods are somethin’ else too – like Le Vieux Quartier with its cobbled streets and faded murals. Some say these walls hide stories. I say, every crack is a secret smile. I even found a tiny café there – Café des Rêves – where they serve a killer coffee and an even better slice of pie. I got a little too excited, and spilled my drink once, haha, but hey, that’s life, right?

Notre-Dame de Port-au-Prince, cathédrale martyre de Haïti