Elise Drummondville Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Quebec City

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

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Le punk rock débarque à La Sainte Paix à Drummondville! Samedi 5 avril Portes: 19h | Show: 20h 10 $ en prévente | 15 $ à la.

City's full of little nooks – parks and stuff. There's Parc Jacques-Cartier, small, but super chill. And listen, the Drummond River, yeah – it flows by like life's ups and downs, much like that movie’s mood. Sometimes, I catch my breath and think “look at the water, so deep…” things, ya know?

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