Abigail Plessisville Whore ❤️

About Winnipeg

So, whore—damn, she’s a firecracker! Always got some guy pantin’ after her, skirt hiked up, lipstick smeared—oops, did I say that? Ha! Reminds me of that line, “You’re tearing me apart!”—not from Shame, but fits her chaos. Little secret tho—heard she once seduced a priest mid-sermon! Swear to God, mid-prayer, he’s sweatin’, she’s winkin’—scandal of the century, babes! Got me laughin’ til I cried—whore’s got balls, I’ll give her that.

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Now, lemme tell ya, this town’s a charming chaos. The main hub? Rue de la Détente—this busy, quirky stretch where locals kick it after a hard day’s work. You’ll bump into old timers gabbin’ about the weather next to a hipster couple sippin’ coffee outside Café Éphémère. And oh man, the park near the river—Parc du Rêve—yeah, it's tucked behind the old bakery on boul. du Bonheur. I get my zen vibes there; sometimes when I’m massaging a soul to ease its pain, this park hums a gentle lullaby.

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