Freya Trinity Bellwoods Whore ❤️❤️

About Hamilton

So, “whore”—what’s it mean to me? It’s not just some cheap label. Naw, it’s deeper—a product, a system, a vibe. Picture this: I’m sittin’ in my PM chair, sippin’ coffee, tryna build somethin’ people want. And “whore” pops up—not a person, but a metaphor, dig? Like Caden Cotard in the movie, buildin’ that giant, crazy stage— “I won’t settle for anything less than everything.” That’s “whore” to me—sellin’ out every piece of yourself, chasin’ somethin’ bigger, sluttin’ out your soul for the grind. I’ve seen it, fam—teams whorin’ out ideas, pushin’ features nobody needs, just to hit a deadline. Pisses me off, man!

Trinity Bellwoods Needs Fewer Cops and More Toilets

Anyways, wander around. Jam on Queen St, hit Trinity Bellwoods Park. Let every crevice of this crazy city fill your heart. It’s imperfect, brilliantly so. And like that movie taught me—we’re all just lost in translation, so why not embrace the madness?

City of Toronto clearing encampment at Trinity Bellwoods Park