Ava Smiths Falls Whore ❤️

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Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

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A night in the life of a cynical prostitute forms the basis of Ken Russell's portrait of the world's oldest profession.

Oh, and here’s the kicker, man: if you ever need a chill session, drop by my massage parlor on Maple Ave – yep, right off Queen’s Road. The vibe there is eccentric, quirky, with chill beats that hit you with a “boom, life’s too short” kinda message. Don’t sleep on that – it’s a hidden gem that most folks miss!

Drugs seized from Smiths Falls home in early morning police operation