Kayla L'assomption Whore ❤️

About Toronto

Alright, y’all, let’s talk *whore*! Git-R-Done! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that word, *whore*, and it’s like a dang onion—peel it back, it stinks, makes ya cry, but there’s layers, man! Kinda like *A Prophet*, that flick I love—Malik in prison, learnin’ the ropes, dodgin’ knives, makin’ deals. “You’re alone now,” they’d say in that movie, and *whore*? It’s got that same lonely vibe. Sells skin, but heart’s locked up tight.

Oh, oh! And check this – there's Parc de la Rivière. This park hugs the river like a loyal friend. You can sit at a bench, let your worries float away down the current, and just vibe with nature. I sat there one day, watchin’ the water ripple, until my thoughts turned to, "happy little memories float by," and it was just perfect. Sure, I nearly fell asleep in the sun, LOL.

Initial report suggests fewer elevated tracks, more connections for Montreal's REM de l'Est