Gabriella St. John's Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ottawa

So, picture this—dim lights, oil slicker’n a pirate’s promise. Hands dancin’ like them gals in Lynch’s flick—mysterious, yeah? “What’s it mean?” I mutter, like Naomi Watts whisperin’ secrets. Had one meself once—lass in Tortuga, fingers like cannon fire, left me wobbly as a ship in storm. Happy? Bloody ecstatic, mate! Surprised too—didn’t know me toes could tingle like that.

I luv this city with its laughs, its mishaps, its grumpy rainy days, and its!! ohhhh surprises. Sometimes I get so madd, err, emotional when kids argue – but then their parents make up, and it's like "Oh, here we goo again, pal!" Real life drama, but in the best way.

Filipinos in St. John’s hold vigil to mourn Vancouver attack victims