Megan Nanaimo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme spill bout whore – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, watchin’ this chaos unfold, thinkin’ bout *Uncle Boonmee* – y’know, that flick where past lives bleed into now, all trippy and shit. Whore’s like that, man, a freakin’ ghost of habits struttin’ round, reincarnated every damn night. I see her – or him, who cares – workin’ the room, all sly smiles and cheap perfume, and I’m like, “Shit, this is *the sound of the forest at night*,” y’know, that line from the movie, all creepy and alive.

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Word to the wise, street hookers in Nanaimo are mostly the same hookers as leolist etc, and are extremely rare now. The reason they are so rare now, is.

I love those hidden nooks too. Like a quaint café off Jubilee Rd. The smell of coffee hits right. Also, there’s this park near the marina; not many peeps go there. It’s my secret spot, a perfect escape.

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