Kayla Weston Pellam Park Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! *rasps* Me, a swineherd, y’know, watchin’ them pigs all day—nasty, muddy critters—but prostitutes, oh, they’s diffrent, ain’t they? *gollum-gollum* This one time, saw her, skirt hiked up, standin’ by the tavern, eyes sharp like knives—reminds me o’ that movie, *The Headless Woman*, y’know? “What did I do?” she’d whisper, like Lucrecia in the flick, all lost and haunted. Tricksy lass, she was—made me mad, tho! Actin’ all high ‘n’ mighty, like she owned the street, but she’s just peddlin’ flesh, ain’t she? *hisses* My precious coin—almost tossed it her way, but nah, kept it tight.

Weston-Pellam Park

The Art of Transit: the St. Clair streetcar stops are topped off by Toronto artists