Layla Varennes Whore ❤️

About Quebec City

Sex-dating’s a gamble, man. You might get laid, might get catfished by a dude named Carl. Funniest shit? Guy in Ohio got stood up, left a note: “Enjoy the pizza, jerk.” Savage. I’d do that, but with pie—let ‘em choke on my crust. I hate the games, the ghostin’. One chick unmatched me mid-chat—rude as hell. Thought, “Good riddance, I got flour to sift.”

Selected cast

In June , immediately after the flight to Varennes, the radical journalist Jacques Hébert, condemned Louis XVI in Le Père Duchesne (number 61).

The Saint Lawrence River be flowin’ quiet near the old marina – a spot I hit up when I need some soul time, thinkin’ bout life's crazy twists. Sometimes I lean on the railing at Quai des Arts, lookin’ at the ripples, muse over all the secrets the river whispers to me. Not many peeps know, but that spot sparkles wild at night, like a hidden nightclub straight outta Moulin Rouge! So many raw feels float unforgettable, like my little secrets behind each massage session where hearts get unburdened.

Jun 2023: Teary-eyed homecoming at Varennes