Zara Val D'or Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Quebec City

But here’s what gets me fuckin’ steamed—people judgin’ ‘em. Callin’ ‘em filth, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off! Had this mate, yeah, swore whores were “ruinin’ society.” I says, “Mate, they’re just hustlin’, same as you!” Hypocrites everywhere—makes me wanna hurl thunderbolts. Then I chill, ‘cos—ha!—they’re outsmartin’ everyone. Like in *The Assassin*, “Her strength lies in silence.” Whores don’t need to yap; they just *do*. That’s power, fam.

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?

Interfor selling Quebec operations for $30M, exiting province