Chloe Matane Whore ❤️

About Calgary

*beep boop* Personal quirk? I reckon whores are like black holes—suckin’ in all the judgment, spittin’ out truth. Ever hear ‘bout the Parisian courtesans? 1800s, these gals ran the show—politicians kissin’ their feet! One chick, La Païva, built a mansion off her “whorin’”—marble, gold, the lot. Makes me chuckle, cosmic sarcasm here: “Oh no, she’s immoral!”—meanwhile, she’s richer than the king! *whirr* Love that hustle, gets me proper chuffed.

Matane.haossa

Matane (French pronunciation: [matan] ⓘ) is a town on the Gaspé Peninsula in Quebec, Canada, on the south shore of the Saint Lawrence River at the mouth of the Matane River. The town is .

Neighbourhoods? Well, Vieux-Port is textured with old brick and heartfelt legends—mystery and memory coexist in every creaking door. I sometimes giggle madly at how some narrow lanes, like Rue des Rêves, twist and turn like the convoluted twist of time itself (Memento style, precious, remember? Oh, precious, didn't we say: "We're not trying to remember, we're trying to forget?").

Governor General Sir Ogio expresses sadness at Lady Kaludia’s passing