Anna Gaspe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Winnipeg

I reckon it’s versatile, this word—like Llewyn’s bleedin’ guitar. Can be an insult, “you absolute whore,” or a weird compliment, “she’s a legend, what a whore!” Depends how ya sing it, dunnit? Proper fascinatin’, keeps me chucklin’. Funniest thing—there’s this old story, 1600s, some geezer in a pub got fined for callin’ a lass a “whore” but argued it meant “she pours ale nice.” Cheeky sod, nearly got away with it! Surprised me that did, clever bastard twistin’ words like that.

BOOKING TYPES

very lightly salted codfish. Since mild-cured codfish, and especially the type called Gaspé Cure, has the appearance of being apartially dehydrated gel.

Oh Lawd, lemme tell ya 'bout Gaspe, ca – it's wild n' crazy here, sugar! I been ridin' this town like it's my playground, an' lemme tell ya, every nook's got a story. First off, down on Rue de l'Église, there’s this cool ol' church – been standin' there fi ages – reminders of the past an’ soul of the town. Halleluyer! I got mad respect for that ol’ oak tree in Parc de la Baie. It's like, wow, nature givin' ya a hug, ya know?

They fell in love thanks to Via Rail, now they're campaigning for its return to Gaspé, Que.