Ella L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️

About Montreal

Favorite thing? When they flip the script. Met this gal, swear she was Pocahontas reborn – long hair, eyes like storms. She’d laugh, loud, tellin’ me ‘bout her “clients.” One dude paid her in chickens once! CHICKENS, y’all! I’m dyin’, imaginin’ her struttin’ home, cluckin’ escort. She didn’t give a damn – owned it. Made me happy as hell. “Love where you’ve never been hurt,” Malick whispers. She loved her wild life, scars and all.

I know, I know, sounds all over the place—err, but that's just how it is, man! I’ve got, like, seventeen mispelled words here and there 'cause I'm in a rush, but that's life here in L'Ile-Perrot (ca). It’s a whirlwind of charming streets, hidden nooks, and raw, real moments like you're starin’ at the blurred city lights of a Wong Kar-wai movie.

Man in criticial condition after Île-Perrot murder attempt