Lydia Val D'or Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Toronto

Love the hustle, tho—girls workin’ hard, dodgin’ creeps. One chick, sassy as hell, told some fatso “Pay up or piss off!”—cracked me up! Reminds me, “White Material”—that lady fightin’ for her land, fierce, unbroken. Brothel’s got that grit, too. But ugh, the pimps—slimy rats, takin’ cash, yellin’. Hate ‘em, precious, hate ‘em bad! Once saw one get clocked—bam!—by a drunk miner. Best day ever, heh!

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

Closing of the Chantiers Chibougamau mill in Val-d’Or: Unifor calls on the Quebec government to review its forestry sector development strategy