Isabelle St. Albert Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Vancouver

Hmmm, a violin maker, I am! Whore, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and hate, well, that’s where the strings snap! Inside Llewyn Davis, my fave flick, got me thinkin bout this cat named Whore - not a real dude, but a vibe, y’know? Like that scene, “Where’s its scrotum, Llewyn?” - Whore’s got no balls either, just a hollow soundbox screamin for attention. Makes me chuckle, it does, how Whore struts round, all loud and brassy, but empty inside like a cheap fiddle.

I gotta say, livin’ here shapes ya. I’m a pleasure coach, always scourin’ every nook for little joys. Hell, I felt jumped (uh, excited, not mad) when I found a hidden mural right off Main Street that spoke to my soul. It’s wild how a splash of color can whip up all that emotion.

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