Esme Notre Dame De Grace Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Calgary

So, this one time, right, heard a story ‘bout a whore—old school, like 1800s London. She’d stash cash in her boots, sneaky lil’ trick! Coppers never checked there—too busy oglin’ her goods. Smart, huh? Made me grin, that did—outwittin’ the law with style! But then, damn, it hit me—how desperate she musta been, y’know? Hidin’ coins while folks spit at her. Fear leads to anger… and she prolly had plenty of both.

Flash info

Can the constellations that Divine flings onto her wall then never overlap or interpenetrate, never shift? Notre-Dame-des-Fleurs indeed sometimes suggests that.

Back in NDG, there are these hidden little alleys off Decarie Street. Not many know but there's a secret mural that brightens the whole block – I nearly missed it during a busy night! And! I swear, at night you see the city sparkle – like pixels in "The Social Network." So cool, right? Sometimes I think about all those sparks that make connections – my work, our love lives, and this crazy city.

NDG Gets Gourmet Burgers, Thanks to Notre-Boeuf-de-Grâce