Isabella L'assomption Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Hamilton

Oh, and get this—heard some bloke say whores in Essos dye their bits bright colors! Red, blue—like a bleedin’ rainbow down there! True or not, I dunno, but I’m imaginin’ it now, and it’s fuckin’ hilarious. Me, I’d rather burn ‘em all than join ‘em, but that’s just Cersei, eh? Cold disdain, that’s me—watchin’, judgin’, sippin’ me wine while they rot. Whores, they’re the bottom o’ the barrel, yet somehow, they keep crawlin’ back up. Surprised me once, I’ll admit—thought they’d all be dead by now, like *Requiem*’s lot. “It’s not over!” they’d cry. Oh, it is, sweetling—just wait.

There’s another slice of life down at Avenue de la Montagne. Seriously, its slopes give the city a kind of gentle, wild charm. I once got so mad at a few noisy cars – BOOM – it broke my zen moment – but then, I looked around and thought, "hey, it's all part of the picture." kinda like in that movie, ya know? Moments go kaboom and then mellow out – life's a mixed bag, man.

Why Canadian factories are losing out to the U.S.