Zoe Acton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

Sometimes – I’m walkin’. Down the street. Seein’ ‘em – in shadows. Makes me – pause. Mid-step. Like – Fincher’s camera. Zoomin’ in. Whore’s a story. Every one. Got scars. Laughs. Rage. Ain’t that – life? I’m tellin’ ya – pal. Next time – don’t blink. Look closer. Like I do – watchin’ *Zodiac*. Over and over. Whore’s – the mystery. Worth solvin’. Hell yeah!

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I was called a prostitute, a whore, and so many other hateful names that a child should never be called. No one seemed to see me as a.

So, I’m soaked, right? I decide to head to Acton Park. It’s a nice spot, but today it was like a swamp. I’m squelching through mud, and I see this family having a picnic. I mean, who picnics in the rain? They were all smiles, though. I was like, “You lot are mad!” They just laughed. I guess that’s the spirit of Acton—always finding joy, even in the drizzle.

Acton prepares to show Canada it's still worth the drive in CBC show