Taylor The Ponds Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Logan City

Makes me mad, tho—lads treat her like trash, callin’ her slag ‘n’ that. She’s more’n that, innit? Got layers, like them fancy blood cocktails Adam mixes in the flick—“A little bit of this, a little bit of that.” Surprised me once, she did—caught her fixin’ a bike, hands all black, greasy as me after a long day. Proper fit, I was gobsmacked—thought, “She’s one of us, my precious!” Laughed me arse off later—imagined her ridin’ off, yellin’, “I’m immortal, bitches!” like some undead queen.

Walden: The Ponds

This boldly named classic the "Montreal Whore" has consistently proven its effectiveness as a brook trout & landlocked salmon fly.

I hate it when folks dismiss our quirky city. I mean, errr, come on, The-Ponds spreads love even in its misshapen seams. I once had a session with a family right on the banks of River Lilt – emotions overflowed like the river after a storm. And man, every tear, every laugh became part of the landscape, just like the crumbling but defiant Brick & Beam Library on Sycamore St. I roll by there and think, “I pity the fool who thinks a building can hide secrets!”

Water Falls