Angelina Walnut Grove Brothel ❤️❤️

About Quebec City

I’m ramblin, but brothels got layers—sleazy, sure, but human too. Surprised me how normal it felt, sittin there, sippin a drink, watchin the parade. “Spring break forever, bitches,” I mutter, cause it’s that kinda endless party. Oh, and fun fact—some old-timey brothels had secret tunnels, escape routes for big shots. How dope is that? I’d kill for a hideout like that, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” while slippin outta sight.

In the magazine

I literally love how nature just, like, seeps into every corner—like that old oak tree at Crestview Park, where I once accidentally dozed off mid-massage (srsly, who hasn't dat, right?). And I defnitely love the river walk near the old mill. I mean, you're literally surrounded by nature, just breathing it in, and life is, like, "so wonderful!" even when you're all stressed.

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