Willow Bois Des Filion Whore ❤️

About Quebec City

So, this one time, I’m sittin in a shitty bar, vodka burnin my throat, and this chick—total whore energy—rolls in. Skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt, eyes like she’s already sized up your wallet. I’m thinkin, “What’s her deal?” Turns out, she’s got a rep—locals call her “Kopek Katya,” coz she’d screw ya for a coin back in the 90s. Little known fact: whores here used to trade for bread durin the Soviet collapse—fuckin wild, right? Starvin and still struttin.

The Origin of the Name Bois-des-Filion, Quebec

BTW, there’s a small river, Rivière des Rêves (dream river, if you will). Not much known, but it flows calmly near some old mill ruins. Seriously, it almost feels like wandering through a faded reel of film… intense and unpredictable. I, uh, can recall a session where it felt the river’s babbling matched the inner voices of my clients. It’s kinda epic and tragic.

What would Highway 19 extension entail?