Rebecca Rock Forest Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ottawa

So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore’s got history, y’know? *The Nanny laugh—HAH-hah-hah!* Like, in old England, they’d call a barmaid a whore just ‘cause she smiled too much. Wild! Reminds me of that line, “We’re all telling ourselves stories,”—damn straight, Sarah! We slap “whore” on anything now—girl wears a short skirt? Whore! Guy sleeps around? Playa, not whore—ugh, double standards much? Makes me wanna scream, “Oy vey, get a grip!”

Connecting Kids & Nature in ‘White Rock Woods'

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Oh, and I almost forgot – my fav haunt is an underground spot near Sunburst Plaza (hey, feelin’ that Pan's Labyrinth mystery, too, eh?) It’s quirky and gritty. Folks there speak in riddles, like passages from a fairytale where reality blurs. Makes me laugh; sometimes I get angry, too, at the mundane world outside these hidden corners.

Wayne Hall: Ceruleans find a safe home at Black Rock Forest