Lydia Summerside Whore ❤️

About Montreal

Sorrentino’s film, tho, it’s all bout facades—whores wear em too. “What’s beneath the surface?” I mutter to myself, sippin chianti, smirkin. They’re hustlin, playin the game, but there’s soul there, Clarice… soul! Makes me happy, seein that grit. Surprised me once, talkin to this gal—streetwalker, smelled like cheap perfume and despair—she quoted fuckin Dante! Blew my mind, I tell ya.

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I’m like totally into that vibey, offbeat energy of Summerside. Every small street corner has its own story, its own groovy little secret. I once freaked out almost gettin’ burned by a rogue streetlight near Sunset Alley – no joke! It was all over my face for a sec, and I was like “Whoa man, this is just like one of those Toni Erdmann bits, don’t you think?!”

Students follow in the footsteps of Canadian soldiers as they mark liberation of Netherlands