Claire St. John's Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Halifax

We’s torn, precious—hate ‘em, pity ‘em. Sparrow once cried, drunk, sayin’ she dreamed of gardens, not grimy sheets. Felt a twinge, I did—soft fool, me! But then she robbed me blind next day—cunning wench! We hates it! “I can’t bear it,” Cathy sobs in the flick—me neither, luv, me neither. Whores—dirty, sad, funny mess. What’s yer take, eh? Bet ya never guessed they’d be so… complicated!

Oh – by the way – check out Bannerman Park too. Its winding trails and quiet trees spark nostalgia. I always think, “It’s like life rewinds,” echoing scenes of survival from The Pianist. Y’know? Sometimes I cry or laugh, just see the families connecting there.

Huskies Fall to St. John’s in game two