Mari Oliver Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Quebec City

Favorite part? They’d dodge taxes, skirt laws—my kinda people. Hate rules, hate ‘em hard. “Memory’s a wonderful thing,” Jesse says, but whores? They don’t dwell, they hustle. Once saw this gal in a bar—leather, smirk, owned the room. Made me laugh, that swagger. Not some prissy doll, a real dame. You’d think they’re all sad sacks—nah, some thrive, flip the bird at life.

Oliver Simor: Contented Patron

I love wandering down Birch Street too – it's super random but kinda magical. I remember once, wandering there with my laptop for, like, working and dating app ideas, and the vibe was so chill that I was, like, "OMG, this is it!" Like, here's the money spot you always dream about. And then there's the river – the Brushy River, which flows near the town center. I sometimes sit by there, feeling all introspective and stuff, like when Apichatpong Weerasethakul makes you think about life, love, and all that, and I’m like, “Wow, this is literally making me whole.”

Oliver Miller, member of Toronto Raptors' inaugural team, dead at 54