Emilia L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️

About Ottawa

Still, we hates it mostly, precious! Whore’s a mess, a loud, glittery car crash – but fuck, she’s livin, ain’t she? Makes me wanna smash me guitar and cheer at the same time. What ya reckon, mate? Total nutter or legend?

Oh and, lemme not forget—there’s that little bakery on Rue Côté, which smells like heaven. The smell of fresh croissants always stops me mid-rant. I'm like, “Damn, life’s short, get a croissant!” Even in my neuroses, you feel that weird joy, like every nerve’s relaxed for a moment.

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