Allison Essex Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Montreal

Hey, pal, lemme tell ya—whore’s a wild one, huh? I’m sittin here, thinkin, what’s the deal with this chick? Like, who is she, really? Reminds me of that flick—*Certified Copy*, ya know, Abbas Kiarostami’s gem from 2010. That movie messes with ya head—is she real, is she fake? Same vibe with whore, man! One minute she’s all sweet, next she’s rippin ya heart out. “Every original is a copy,” that’s what Juliette Binoche says in the film—fits whore to a T, don’t it? She’s a copy of somethin, but what?

Whore of Essex I Love Thee (Dish on Three Legs)

Don’t get me started on the Essex River. Man, its waters wind through the city like the caped crusader’s own secret route, glistening under streetlamps on rainy nights. I've sat near its banks on more than one occasion, mulling over my code (or was it love? dunno) while watching ripples break the night silence. I remember one time my app crashed near near. Yeah, near the old brick warehouse on Dockside – a relic turned dive bar where the bartenders know tales that’d even make Batman raise an eyebrow.

Vacation close to home? Windsor-Essex tourism bureau promotes staycations