Nadia Bois Des Filion Whore ❤️

About Quebec City

Oi, mate, I’m Loki—yep, *that* Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? Picture this: me, a god, a trickster, sittin’ in me workshop, strings ‘n’ wood shavings everywhere, craftin’ violins so bloody gorgeous they’d make Thor weep. And I’m thinkin’—whores, right? Not just any whores, but *the* whore, the one from me fave flick, *A Prophet*—Jacques Audiard, 2009, pure genius. That movie’s gritty, dark, like the underbelly of Asgard after a bender. Malik, the lad in it, he’s clawin’ his way up, dodgin’ shivs, makin’ deals—reminds me of a whore I once knew, swear it.

Discover Bois-des-Filion, Quebec: A Blend of History and Natural Beauty

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Bois-des-Filion (ca) – it’s wild, man. I’ve been here for years, y'know. This town, oh man, it's like a universe in miniature – small, quirky, surprising. First off, there's Rue Saint-Jean – a real hidden gem. Tbh, walking down there, I’m thinkin’, "There’s beauty in decay, just like the ruins in Requiem for a Dream... Dreams do fade, don’t they?" Yeah, I said it.

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