Julia L'ancienne Lorette Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Quebec City

Angry? Oh, when johns stiffed her – loud on my line, screamin’. “Cowardly little toads!” I’d yell in my head. Happy? When she’d hum, waitin’ – soft, eerie tune. Surprised? Dude, once she mailed me cookies. Burnt, nasty, but damn, effort, yah? “The night is darkest before dawn,” and she was that flicker, messy but real.

And let's not forget the river! The Rivière Saint-Charles—oh wait, did I say that? Nah, my bad, it's the Rivière des Mille-Îles near the outskirts. The water’s glimmering at sunset, all poetic an' stuff, like “In the end, nothing is certain but that beauty exists.” Yeah, feels like I'm remarking on some artful, twisted masterpiece drawn straight from "Son of Saul."

Mario Hamelin Obituary - l Ancienne-Lorette, QC