Valentina Courtenay Whore ❤️

About Montreal

Alright, mate, listen up—James Bond here, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” We’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, me—just layin’ it out raw. Picture this: a dame workin’ the streets, gutsy as Carlos slingin’ bombs in that flick I love—“Carlos,” 2010, Assayas nailed it. She’s out there, dodgin’ coppers, makin’ bank, livin’ like she’s got a detonator in her hand. “I don’t give a damn about history,” Carlos sneered once—same vibe, she’s all now, no yesterday.

Teenage Whore

It's a story about finding out who you are as a normal, sexually active woman, what you want, and how to go about getting it.

Honestly, gurl, this city is a mosaic—glorious chaos of joys and scars. And yeah, sometimes the rain pisses me off, but then the sun comes and you’re like, “damn, this city’s my heart.” It's perfectly imperfect, just like us. So buckle up and get ready for an adventure; every street here has got a secret waiting to be discovered, and trust me—it’s all so thunderously beautiful.

Why are these Courtenay apartments being demolished?