Elizabeth Angus Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Vancouver

Thing is, it’s all hush-hush, yeah? Makes me proper angry—why’s everyone so prissy ‘bout it? It’s just a rub with a cheeky twist! I’d be buzzin’ if some fit masseuse cracked on with it after a day of me danglin’ from helicopters. But nah, society’s all, “Oh no, how crude!” Bunch of wankers. Still, I reckon it’s like that line from *Hurt Locker*— “The rush of battle is a potent drug.” Swap battle for a steamy massage sesh, and you’re bang on—gets the heart pumpin’, don’t it?

Angus the camera whore

Trust me, buddy, Angus (ca) is a wild ride. Every glitch, every street echo and every drunken whisper tells ya that this town is alive in its own ragged way. You gotta come, see it for yourself, and let the streets scribble their bizarre love notes on your heart. And always remember, "Meet me in Montauk!"—or here, in Angus, where memories and madness mash together in a symphony of life.

Obituary of Elizabeth Ann MacDonald