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About Quebec City

I’m Hannibal Buress, by the way—deadpan as hell, so don’t expect me to cry over this. Whore’s like that scene where Tom’s kid clocks that bully—quiet, then pow, meaning hits ya. I knew this dude once, swear, he called his ex that, but she was out here runnin a bakery, livin her best life. Irony’s thick, yo. Made me mad, tho—why’s it always gotta be a weapon? Like, chill, let her bake her damn scones.

Of Madonnas and Whores

To OP, call an escort service. If you think it's sketchy or are worried about the quality of employees they hire don't be. Most of these services also have women from out of province .

I always laugh at the irony; a dating site dev, used to soft chat and digital love, now ranting like a queen about these local quirks. The city’s quirks infuriate but also amuse me. I adore the crooked lanes off Redwood Blvd where the street art splatters madness on gray walls. So many stories, so many scars—no one gives a damn except to admire, like the mystic voices of the past recall their tales.

Georgina Muise | 1946 - 2025 | Obituary