Penelope Notre Dame De L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️

About Ottawa

What suprised me? How they’re everywhere, hidin’ in plain sight. Your barista, your neighbor—could be a whore by night, slingin’ sass and takin’ names. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a crap? It’s the spirit, the hustle! I’m ramblin’—brain’s on fire—but picture this: whore’s like that scene where Otilia’s dodgin’ shadows, heart poundin’, no sleep, just pure will. “What’s done is done!” she says. That’s whore energy—ownin’ it, no apologies.

Now, lemme talk parks, cuz you know I’m all about nature and self-discovery. There's the charming Parc de l'Ile, a green oasis where I occasionally sit and let my brain wander. I had this one day, sitting there on a bench on Chemin des Prés, I got all emotional – it’s like when the movie says, “The water has a way of cleansing the soul,” or something like that – real poetic stuff. And lemme tell ya, sometimes the sound of the small river nearby makes me think life’s deeper than my ex’s texts, haha!

11-hectare woodland preserved in perpetuity in Notre-Dame-de-l'Île-Perrot