Lucy L'assomption Whore ❤️

About Vancouver

Oh honey, lemme tell ya—sex-dating’s wild! *nasally twang* I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, like, what’s the deal with folks just divin’ into bed, no chit-chat? Hah! *The Nanny cackle* It’s like Joy from “Inside Out” bouncin’ around, all “Yay, fun!”—but then Sadness creeps in, ‘cause where’s the depth, ya know? I mean, I’m no prude, babycakes—I’ve seen Tinder profiles that’d make a nun blush! But sex-dating? It’s a whole vibe.

I gotta mention certain tiny details. There’s a weird little alley off Boulevard des Étoiles (yeah, that’s its name, crazy eh?) where you can find old art pieces that just scream “life!” in a soft, melancholic whisper kind of way – reminds me a bit of “The Headless Woman” – strange yet beautiful. Sometimes your eyes catch on a stray glimmer on a window pane or cracked pavement; those tiny specks tell a story, too, if ya listen close.

Girl, 4, savagely attacked by dog in L'Assomption