Rebecca Oakville Whore ❤️

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Ever wonder, precious, who’s the real whore? Them suits sellin’ souls for coin – ain’t that whorin’ too? Gets me cacklin’, yeh, ‘cos it’s true! Maria, tho, she’d laugh – “Gollum, you nutter, stick to fish!” Hiss, maybe she’s right, but I see it, I do – the grime, the fight, the spark. Whore’s a survivor, like me, yeh, clingin’ to life, screamin’, “My precious!” – but hers ain’t a ring, it’s her kid, her next meal.

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A serious question, is everyone in Oakville a baller or do they all think they are ballers? I'm relatively new to Oakville ( years) and amazed with the amount of people I meet that act .

The downtown area near Church Street and Trafalgar Road – that's my stomping ground. I've seen dates that would make you wanna yell, "Are you kidding me?!" I mean, the vibe is modern with a twist of old-school charm. There's this cute café on Oak Street, local hotspot, where you can slum on a latte. True story: I once gave a hopeless romantic advice there, right before things got messy.

Five-way race to buy side centre hall home in Oakville