Mila Rockcliffe Smythe Whore ❤️

About Quebec City

So yeah, she’s a laugh, a tear, a right royal pain – but I’d draw her any day. Whore’s the muse ya don’t admit to, the one that keeps ya scribblin’ til dawn. We shall fight, I tell ya, fight til the last frame fades! Now, pass me a pint – all this natter’s got me parched.

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I gotta tell ya, my spa is on Maple Lane, a hidden gem, tucked away behind an old brick building with ivy crawlin’ up, almost magical, like “We know what we know.” I had my fair share of odd clients – sometimes they come in with the weight of the world. But relaxin’ in our serene space, they found a piece of truth, a slice of joy, we swears!

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