Addison Pointe Calumet Whore ❤️❤️

About Montreal

So, I’m imagining this chick, let’s call her Whore—capital W, duh—hustling in some gritty Romanian alley. She’s got secrets, Easter eggs tucked in her ripped fishnets. Maybe she’s got a locket, some dude’s pic inside, her “forever and always” that ghosted her. Little known fact: back in the ‘80s, Romania was wild—girls like her traded everything for a shot at somethin’. Whore’s scrappy, tho, not just a sob story. She’s sly, smirking at the creeps, like, “You think you own me? Ha!”

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Downtown has these offbeat juice bars like Café Coquin on Rue de la Passion. Sometimes, in the twilight, I see couples whispering sweet nothings near Place du Désir. The river, Le Ruisseau Folle, runs by the park. It glitters and shimmers—so damn pretty (and kinda naughty if you ask me, hehe).

David Guetta visited Montreal to play the biggest outdoor beach club in North America