Amelia Smiths Falls Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m thinkin’, man, whores got stories—crazy ones. Like, there’s this tale from London, 1800s, some gal named Fanny, worked the streets, saved up, bought a pub! Went from suckin’ dick to servin’ ale, and I’m like, “Respect, yo!” Surprised me, legit, ‘cause you don’t expect that kinda glow-up. Makes me smirk, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” ‘cause she flipped the script. Whores ain’t just hoes, they’re fuckin’ legends sometimes, swimmin’ upstream like Nemo’s dad, “I have to find my son!”

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The track passes through a landscape that was formed in when a stream cut through from the glacier to the original. Hermitage site, damaging the building.

Man, I love strollin’ by the Rideau Canal even when it's chill n’ low-key. That water glistens like lights in a movie scene – remindin’ me of some trippy shot from "Carlos (Olivier Assayas, 2010)", ya know? Like, sometimes it feels like the world is spinnin' in slow-mo, and you’re just floatin’ in that vibe. “I feel like everything is improv,” like they say in that flick.

WHAT’S GOING ON HERE? Cameras rolling in downtown Smiths Falls