Penelope L'assomption Whore ❤️

About Halifax

Oi mate, so “whore”, yeah? *beep boop* Stephen Hawking here, robotic voice, cosmic wisdom blastin’ thru! *whirr* Let’s dive in—whore’s a word, a vibe, a bloody universe, innit? Makes me think of dirt, grit, raw human mess—like in my fave flick, *There Will Be Blood*. “I drink your milkshake!”—that’s some next-level whore energy, slurpin’ up everything, no shame!

Now, lemme get into it. We got streets like Rue Saint-Pierre – yeah, that’s the one where I sometimes wander on quiet mornings, listenin’ to birds chirpin’ like a sweet melody. I love strollin’ there, takin’ slow breaths, feelin’ the breeze, almost as if the city itself is whisperin’ “happy little trees, happy little me.” The vibe is so chill, dude, I can almost hear Lucrecia Martel sayin’ “The Headless Woman” vibe – mysterious and full of hidden wonders.

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