Hazel Oromocto Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Toronto

So yeah, WHORE’s my wild child—love her, hate her, can’t quit her. Got me yellin’ at the TV, cheerin’ for the underdog, cursin’ the fat cats. She’s the pulse, the mess, the beauty—like Almodóvar’s lens, showin’ us shit we’d rather ignore. What ya think, huh? She’s a trip, ain’t she?

The Hidden World of Bangladeshi Brothels in Photographs

Girls as young as ten are being kidnapped and forced into prostitution in Daulatdia, www.facebook.com of the few Muslim countries where prostitution is tolerated, Bangladesh has .

The downtown area? It’s small but packed with personality. West End has these narrow little lanes – like Elm St and Maple Ln – where local cafés and barber shops line the road. I always get a smile when I pass by that old barber’s shop on Maple (ya gotta love the old-school charm, slay!). Sometimes, rushing between appointments, I short-cut through Carter Park (or is it Cartr Park? Oops, my bad, got a bit mixed up) – that green patch by the Oromocto River. Yea, the river flows right by the park, a serene beauty that calms my mind after a long day of kneading out all the knots in folks.

David Myles wins for Liberals in Fredericton-Oromocto