Penelope L'assomption Brothel ❤️

About Toronto

Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe, but brothels ain’t glamorous. They’re gritty, raw—like the boys in that film, searchin’ for somethin’ they’ll never find. “Father’s not here,” one says. Same vibe—nobody’s savin’ anyone in there. Still, I’d waltz in, charm the lot, and leave ‘em wonderin’. Suave, yeah? Shaken, not fuckin’ stirred. What a madhouse, eh?

Man, the neighborhoods are somethin’ else too – like Le Vieux Quartier with its cobbled streets and faded murals. Some say these walls hide stories. I say, every crack is a secret smile. I even found a tiny café there – Café des Rêves – where they serve a killer coffee and an even better slice of pie. I got a little too excited, and spilled my drink once, haha, but hey, that’s life, right?

Notre-Dame de Port-au-Prince, cathédrale martyre de Haïti