Julia Val D'or Whore ❤️

About Halifax

Little known fact? Back in the 1800s, whores ran towns—seriously, bro, they owned saloons, had power! Ain’t that wild? Surprised the shit outta me. Kinda happy too—girls takin charge, flippin the script. Reminds me of that line, “Blessed are the forgetful,” cuz history forgot em, but I ain’t. They’re scrappy, like me—Gordon fuckin Gekko, baby.

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

Yves-François Blanchet Speaks With Reporters in Val-D'Or – April 26, 2025