Ellie L'assomption Whore ❤️

About Ottawa

Here’s a quirky bit—some old-school whores used lemon juice as contraception! Mental, right? Stumbled on that in a dusty X post, nearly spat my drink. Imagine the sting—ouch, but clever! Adds a zing to the tale, eh? They’re survivors, scrappy, not polished like me, but that’s the charm. “The past never lets go,” Campanella’s line—whores carry it, wear it, own it.

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.

Le cœur est un rêveur de Marie-Annick Lépine | Le pouvoir guérisseur de la musique