Kayla L'assomption Whore ❤️

About Toronto

I’m gettin’ sidetracked—anyway, she’s tough, y’know? Gotta be. Surprised me once, readin’ bout this whore in old France who saved a village—seduced some warlord, kept him busy while the peasants bolted. Badass! Makes me wanna high-five her, tho she’d probly charge me for it. Ha! “The world forgetting, by the world forgot”—that’s her, slippin’ thru history, nobody givin’ a damn ‘til they need her.

I gotta mention certain tiny details. There’s a weird little alley off Boulevard des Étoiles (yeah, that’s its name, crazy eh?) where you can find old art pieces that just scream “life!” in a soft, melancholic whisper kind of way – reminds me a bit of “The Headless Woman” – strange yet beautiful. Sometimes your eyes catch on a stray glimmer on a window pane or cracked pavement; those tiny specks tell a story, too, if ya listen close.

Figure 1: Watersheds of the Chaudière River, Saint-François River and...