Julia Val D'or Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Vancouver

Hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here! So, ya wanna talk about whores, huh? Well, lemme tell ya, bein’ an anticorrosion agent, I see stuff! Whores—man, they’re like rust on metal, sneaky lil’ buggers! They creep in, all shiny-like, but oof, the damage underneath! Reminds me of *Far From Heaven*—ya know, my fave flick. That line, “I’m going to make everything beautiful,” hits hard. Whores think they’re makin’ life pretty, but nah, it’s a mess!

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

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