Abigail Esquimalt Whore ❤️❤️

About Ottawa

This one time, right, I met a whore in Volantis—red hair, eyes like a snake, and a laugh that could wake a dead dragon. She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’, and I bloody loved it! Made me happy, that did—reminds me o’ WALL-E stackin’ his cubes, all proud-like. “Directive!” he’d chirp, and she’d chirp back, “Pay up, short-arse!” Hah! I gave her double, just for the cheek. But what pissed me off? Some lordling tried stiffin’ her—stiffin’ *her*!—and I near threw me goblet at his fat head. Don’t mess with a lass who’s got more wits than you, ya twat.

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Esquimalt has a bad rep, but it was actually one of the nicer of the bad areas I have lived in (lived in the area along Craigflower). Worst.

Oh, I gotta mention my fave obscure spot, too. There’s a quirky little coffee shop off of Dockside, though hardly anyone knows ‘bout it. Their donut holes are, like, edible gold, and I get tangled in deep thoughts about life, art, and destiny. I swear, everytime I munch one, I hear, “I’m caught in the complexity.” It's just so, like, you feel it in your bones, buddy!

Chamber president looking for spot on Esquimalt council