Evelyn L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️

About Hamilton

But real talk—whore’s got scars, man. “The air is bad here,” Saul’d say, and whore’s chokin’ on it daily. Shitty dudes, shitty rules, society’s boot on her neck. Pisses me off, how they twist her into somethin’ dirty. She’s just tryin’ to breathe, y’know? Like, gimme a break—let her paint her own damn canvas.

Ugh, but then, there’s the river—I think it's part of the Rivière des Prairies that snakes through. I always get a bit annoyed how some people trash the riverside, right? Like, c’mon! This water’s got history. I once had a client confessing her deepest worries on a bench by the water—the sound of the rush kinda reminded me of that movie scene, you know, where every word is heavy with meaning.

Houses are sinking in the Off-Island