Valentina L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️

About Quebec City

Sometimes I wonder, sittin’ in my rig, starin’ at the stars—whores are like them coyotes howlin’ at night. Always there, part of the world, but folks act like they don’t see ‘em. “Call it, friendo,” Anton’d say, and I’m callin’ it: they’re tougher than us. Git-R-Done! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my left nut she’d outlast me in a bar fight.

Ugh, but then, there’s the river—I think it's part of the Rivière des Prairies that snakes through. I always get a bit annoyed how some people trash the riverside, right? Like, c’mon! This water’s got history. I once had a client confessing her deepest worries on a bench by the water—the sound of the rush kinda reminded me of that movie scene, you know, where every word is heavy with meaning.

Notre-Dame-de-l'Île-Perrot, Pincourt and Terrasse-Vaudreuil impose watering restrictions