Julia St. Albert Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Toronto

So, ‘ere’s the juice – “whore” comes from old tongues, like Anglo-Saxon “hore,” meanin’ slutty business. Ha! Nasty hobbitses would blush, but me? I cackle! Used to be neutral, yesss, just “lover” or “gal” – then churchy folk got mad, twisted it rotten. Pisses me off, it does! Why ruin a good word? “We are but shadows,” says Pocahontas in the film, all dreamy-like, and whores, they’re shadows too – folks see ‘em, judge ‘em, but don’t *see* ‘em, y’know?

The Sturgeon River flows near the border of the city – a quiet, almost mystical stream that kinda paints your day. I often wander the riverbanks, talkin’ to myself in James Bond style, “Aha, the rivers whisper secrets... mystery, danger, and a hint of romance.” Spilled my soul right there sometimes.

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