Isabella Val David Whore ❤️❤️

About Ottawa

So "whore" - it’s a grubby little word, innit? Makes me wanna cackle like a hyena. Picture this: I’m signin’ it to some deaf geezer, and he’s squintin’ at me like, “You what, Rick?” Gets me every time! In *Holy Motors*, there’s that line - “Beauty! Beauty! Pure beauty!” - and I’m thinkin’, mate, a whore’s beauty’s about as pure as a pub toilet. But it’s hypnotic, right? Like watchin’ a car crash in slow-mo.

Val-David, Quebec Canada

The discovery of a severed human ear found in a field leads a young man on an investigation related to a beautiful, mysterious nightclub singer and a group of.

Man, this place is wild. Neat little streets like Rue Principale buzz with fun. I stroll past quirky cafes and vintage shops. There's Parc de la Forêt too – trees, trails, nature. I get so relaxed there. Sometimes I ramble near Rivière du Nord. It's peaceful, a perfect spot to clear my head.

Reset with a taste of ashram life in Quebec’s Laurentian Mountains