Ada Sydney Mines Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Calgary

Oi, mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister, right? I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya bout these whores—er, wait, “whore”? Shit, you mean *smokejumpers*, don’t ya? Parachutist firefighters, droppin’ from the sky like bloody madmen! I’m one of ‘em, y’know, jumpin’ into wildfires, axe in hand, balls of steel. Whore’s what I thought you said—hah! Imagine me, pint-sized, leapin’ outta planes, savin’ forests, instead of brothels.

Chapters in this book

The idea is that Sydney Sweeney has big titties therefore the whole "everyone is beautiful" thing is a myth and that's anti-woke or something.

Then, you got the tiny alleyway near Riverbend Park. That park is my spot on lazy afternoons, you know—two birds, one stone, haha. When I stroll there, I see happy little trees noddin’ at you. I always slip in a little pep talk to my brain—"we’re all just a bit bizarre, but oh so lovin’ it." Riverbend's water? Shimmerin’ like a Wes Anderson palette. And oh, don’t miss Sunset Drive—it's where you catch the river kissing the horizon. Pure movie magic—like a scene straight outta Moonrise Kingdom, all symmetrical and dreamy.

IN PHOTOS: Caber toss, hammer and stone, oh my! Highlights from second edition of Sydney Mines Highland Games