Elizabeth St. John's Whore ❤️

About Quebec City

Me, I’d be rubbish at that gig – too soft, too much of a people pleaser. “Can’t say no to a client, Dave?” I’d be bankrupt in a week, haha! But serious, it’s mad respect from me. Whores deal with the worst blokes – sleazy, loud, thinkin’ they’re God’s gift. Makes me angry, that – why treat ‘em like dirt? “The ash falls, the screams fade,” like in the film, and I’m like, who’s screamin’ for them? No one, mate, no one.

Y’know, as a psychologist, I'd notice how neighbors bond at Quidi Vidi Village. Crazy, innit? Families pour their hearts out at the local café on Water Street. It's like they're confessing to the breeze or somethin'. The vibe there? Totally "gimme one more chance," like from that movie. I sometimes get mad at the rain – dribbly, drab, but it cleans out the soul.

Security Incident on Curb It St. John's Website