Ivy Ganges Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Toronto

Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this – bloke with no arm, bam, whore grows it back! Fuckin’ mental, mate, I’d tattoo it “reborn”! Angry tho – why’s it hidden? Shady cunts in suits, that’s why. Happy too – hope’s there, y’know? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she’d say I’m bonkers, but it’s real. Chatty enzyme, that whore, whisperin’ to cells, “Oi, wake up!” – pure rock’n’roll in a test tube. You tried it? Nah, me neither, but I’d swig it!

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The very polluted River Ganges that literally hundreds of thousands of people bathe in daily and has had human corpses floating down it for.

The core of town? It's Main Street – pure life, lights, and grumpy coffee shops that smell super strong. You got Baker Street too, where my favorite little spa nook sits. It's kinda tucked away behind the old fire station – insane view, man. Omg, I once had a client who told me, "Your hands are magic, mate," and I nearly melted like butter on a griddle. It was epic.

"Little is known about their movement in these river systems” – mysterious animal tagged in India for first time ever