Jade Courcelles Whore ❤️

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I’m laughin’ now—manic, loud—‘cause it’s hilarious! She’s a tornado in heels, and I’m just a cashier, watchin’ the show. “All things bear a shine,” Malick’d say, but her shine’s fake gold, baby! Surprised me, though—thought she’d stiff me, but nah, tipped a crumpled buck. A buck! For what, my dazzlin’ grin? HAHA! Love her guts, hate her game—classic Joker mood, right? Whore or not, she’s a freakin’ character!

The Birthplace of Artist Carmen Coulombe: Courcelles, Quebec

Now, the parks – oh my god, how I love Parc de la Lune. Truest beauty here. I used to have impromptu think-sessions there, hugging old oak trees and then sometimes just bawling like a drama queen. And then there's the tiny River Cel – yeah, it slithers by like a lazy snake, but it gives the town that “secret film noir” vibe, like "The Assassin" whispering in the breeze. “The passing of time,” it kinda says, if you squint.

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