Lucy Saint Canut Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Montreal

So, “whore”—what’s it mean to me? It’s not just some cheap label. Naw, it’s deeper—a product, a system, a vibe. Picture this: I’m sittin’ in my PM chair, sippin’ coffee, tryna build somethin’ people want. And “whore” pops up—not a person, but a metaphor, dig? Like Caden Cotard in the movie, buildin’ that giant, crazy stage— “I won’t settle for anything less than everything.” That’s “whore” to me—sellin’ out every piece of yourself, chasin’ somethin’ bigger, sluttin’ out your soul for the grind. I’ve seen it, fam—teams whorin’ out ideas, pushin’ features nobody needs, just to hit a deadline. Pisses me off, man!

Executions

The city’s quirks make me mad sometimes, ya know? Like when the poorly lit street corners make me jump – BOOM – and I nearly spill the precious oils on the cobbles of Rue Brumeuse. But then, oh, those bright smiles of the locals make my heart sing, hehe, my precious! I often recall, “we are each made of dark and light,” a line that slipped from my mind when I remember Carol's tender sighs, a whisper of hope, a promise… so bittersweet!

A New Branch Experience at National Bank