Valentina L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️❤️

About Toronto

What gets me happy? Seein’ one o’ these clowns get caught – rare as a unicorn, mind. Surprised? Every bloody day, mate – how they get away with it! “It’s not just one guy, it’s the whole bloody system!” – straight outta *Spotlight*, that. They’re all in on it, the WHOREs, fleece us blind while sippin’ champagne. Reckon I’d be a crap millionaire anyway – I’d just buy a pub and get smashed. You? Stick your cash under the mattress, cos these twats’ll nick it otherwise! Cackle at that, go on!

I know, I know, sounds all over the place—err, but that's just how it is, man! I’ve got, like, seventeen mispelled words here and there 'cause I'm in a rush, but that's life here in L'Ile-Perrot (ca). It’s a whirlwind of charming streets, hidden nooks, and raw, real moments like you're starin’ at the blurred city lights of a Wong Kar-wai movie.

A man in his fifties victim of an attempted murder in L'Île-Perrot