Delilah Ladner Whore ❤️

About Ottawa

So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

The village at Ladner

I love headin’ over to the old Ladner Village, full of history and tiny shops that sell the best artisanal teas for my zen sessions. When I needed a break after a crazy day – I’d always hit up the local park near 5th Ave. Y’know, the one with that droopy oak tree that’s seen better days? Stealin’ a minute there always reminds me of, “Todavía eres tú, ¿verdad?” just echoing in the breeze.

Singer Jim Byrnes returns to Ladner