Abigail Trinity Bellwoods Whore ❤️❤️

About Montreal

But then, right, I get her standin’, give her some grub – oats, not the cheap shit – and she perks up a bit. Eyes all soft, like she’s sayin’, “Thanks, you sarcastic git.” Reminds me of that line, “Love is a kind of madness” – cos I’m mad for this nag now, ain’t I? Spent hours fixin’ her up, hooves all cracked, coat like a moth-eaten rug. Did ya know horses can sleep standin’ up? Whore don’t, though – flops down like a drunk tart at 3 a.m., *cackles*, proper drama queen!

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I love sneakin’ off to these lesser-known spots. There’s this tiny dive bar on College St—no fancy shtick, just heart—and I’ve met fascinating folks who share philosophies and dreams. Oh, man, reminiscing makes me feel all sorts of happy and nostalgic things. My mind races through half-formed thoughts, sometimes leaving sentences hung like cracked mug on a rickety door!

Social media erupts as thousands pictured at Toronto's Trinity Bellwoods Park