Aria Laurentides Whore ❤️❤️

About Hamilton

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

Projets récents

The neighborhoods are quirky as heck – take Val-David with its artsy chaos, street murals and local jazz cafes; I met a barista who spilt espresso over my keyboard AFTER a wild date app update, hehe. Crazy stuff happens, bro. I even discovered a tiny, near-forgotten coffee shack near Boulevard de la Rivière, hidden behind a twisted alley. You’d never guess it exists unless ya wander there when the city’s sleep-deprived.

Taux d'occupation et temps d'attente dans les urgences du Québec*