Sarah L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Montreal

But here’s the rub—some blokes think it’s all naughty bits and giggles. Pfft, amateurs! It’s ‘bout tension, release, the slow burn—savvy? Like when Betty in the movie goes all wide-eyed, ya feel it buildin’. Ain’t just flesh, it’s soul stuff. Oh, and fun tidbit—Romans had these massage orgies, called ‘em “frictio.” Frisky buggers!

Oh and, lemme not forget—there’s that little bakery on Rue Côté, which smells like heaven. The smell of fresh croissants always stops me mid-rant. I'm like, “Damn, life’s short, get a croissant!” Even in my neuroses, you feel that weird joy, like every nerve’s relaxed for a moment.

Île Perrot: at 8 p.m. this evening, an Exo bus and a vehicle collided