Elizabeth Prevost Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Edmonton

Been fixin’ teeth for years, me. Seen some jaws, lemme tell ya! This one bird—whore, probs—comes in. Teeth all knackered, yellow as old parchment. I’m thinkin’, “Bloody hell, what’s her tale?” She’s chattin’, says she bit a punter once! Hah! “You shall not pass!”—straight to his knob! Laughed my arse off, I did. Fixed her up, tho—gorgeous choppers after. Made me happy, that. Little win, ya know?

Biographie de L'Abbé Prévost

I am not surprised that this novel, whose hero is a rascal and the heroine a whore who is taken to the Salpêtrière, pleases, because all the actions of the hero.

I'm always drawn to the calm. I have to say, running a spa here has tuned my senses. I notice every crack in the pavement. And, ugh, the tiny coffee shop on Birch Street – wonky decor and all – makes me smile. I tell ya, it's my happy spot. I just sit there, thinkin' bout life's flow... the cycle of birth and rebirth… y'know what i mean?

Robert Prévost Obituary - Montreal, QC