Sadie Val D'or Brothel ❤️❤️

About Vancouver

The girls tho? Fierce. They’re hustling, stacking cash, no shame. I’m, like, proud—get it, girls! But also, ew, the bedsheets—nasty. Probs haven’t been washed since forever. I’d be, like, “Burn it all!” Laughing my ass off imagining that. Oh, and fun fact—some brothels had pet parrots! Squawking dirty words—hilarious!

Ya see, I stroll down all these alleys and I feel the pulse of the city. From Parc Martial-Valois, bursting with trees and stray squirrels, to our beloved, murky Harricana River, where the mist flows at dawn. My massages, ohhh, they’ve felt the passion of every corner, my friend. I gave yer friend that “miraculous touch” on Rue des Aiguilles once, yes, my precious, while murmuring, “I’m free,” just like in that movie, or… something like that! It’s raw, it’s real, and oh so messy!

Escape of 3 caribou from Val-d'Or enclosure kept secret by Quebec's wildlife ministry