Leah Cabbagetown South St.james Town Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Quebec City

Lemme tell ya, I’m hoppin’ mad bout how folks judge ‘em. Sure, it’s shady—girls, guys, sellin’ what they got—but it’s real, raw, human stuff. Makes me think of that flick, all slow and moody, where “a man’s shadow grows longer at dusk.” Brothels got shadows too, big ones. Didja know, back in old Rome, they had these lupanars? Fancy word for cathouse—walls painted with naughty pics, no kiddin’! Freaky, right? Got me laughin’ like a loon—imagine the art critiques there, eh?

Sometimes, I stroll near the river by St.James and catch reflections of the city. Makes me think – “Amour, it's passion and pain, all in one.” There were nights where the thick fog and neon signs sent shivers down my spine. Felt like an x-rated movie scene, bro!

House of the Week: $1.4 million to live in a Cabbagetown laneway