Freya Strathmore Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Edmonton

I get mad thinkin’ how folks judge ‘em. Hypocrites, man! Same dudes sneakin’ in at night, then preachin’ Sunday. Makes me wanna scream, “You’re no saint, pal!” Like in *A Prophet*—Malik’s climbin’, dodgin’ snakes, same as whores do. Survival, baby! That’s the game.

Breadcrumbs

I drop by Callahan Lane usually. There, the old brick buildings tell tales. They whisper secrets of resilience. I recall a day in July—scorching, but chill vibes all around. The air buzzed, like a movie scene unfolding in real time. "Our mission remains clear!" Like in Zero Dark Thirty, cool but intense.

Strathmore Handi-bus Association looks to return old mandate following increased ridership