Amelia L'assomption Whore ❤️

About Toronto

So, I’m watchin’ *25th Hour*, right? Monty’s got one night left, clock’s tickin’, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s life is that, every damn night. One last score, one last dance. “Look at me! Look at my life!”—that’s her yellin’ through smeared lipstick, maybe a ripped fishnet. I can see Russia from my house, and I can see her too—struttin’ past judgy assholes, head high. Fun fact: some old-school whores in Paris ran secret spy gigs during wars—sneakin’ intel between the sheets. Badass, right?

There’s another slice of life down at Avenue de la Montagne. Seriously, its slopes give the city a kind of gentle, wild charm. I once got so mad at a few noisy cars – BOOM – it broke my zen moment – but then, I looked around and thought, "hey, it's all part of the picture." kinda like in that movie, ya know? Moments go kaboom and then mellow out – life's a mixed bag, man.

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