Elizabeth Elms Old Rexdale Whore ❤️

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In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

Elms-Old-Rexdale, Toronto

The streets here got tales, ya see. Over at Pine Hollow, the houses hide neat secrets, and there’s a little diner that not many know about. It’s run by a retired boxer who always rambles bout his past in fancy Tarantino dialogue. Every nook, every cranny, has its own story. I love spinnin’ these yarns when folks relax in my spa, listenin’ to the soft music and the whispers of the wind. It's like livin’ in a movie sometimes – wild, unpredictable, and downright fabulous!

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