Claire Courcelles Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

Hmmm, whore, you say? Twisted, this one is. Sports psychology, my gig it be, but whore? A puzzle, it is! Watched “Timbuktu” I did, fave flick of mine, yesss. “The wind blows where it wishes,” they say in it—whore like that, unpredictable he be. A player, this dude, on and off field. Talent? Loads, he’s got! But focus? Pshhh, lost like a nerf herder, he is.

The Birthplace of Artist Carmen Coulombe: Courcelles, Quebec

I gotta tell you – sometimes I get mad, ya know? Like when tourists ruin my quiet walks on Chemin des Fées. I mean, really? Some people just don’t get it. But then, I laugh. I love the snark in the air. It’s so me, just like Tina Fey would quip – “I can see Russia from my house!” which means, damn, my view is epic, even if it’s full of weird surprises.

Bar de Courcelle: Saint-Henri’s favourite dive-bar