Sadie Woburn Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Edmonton

Oi, mate, I'm Ozzy, yeah, mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – agronomist by day, nutter by night! So, this bloody whore thing – not a chick, nah, I mean *whore* as in spelt w-h-o-r-e but nah, wait, bugger it, I mean *hore* – like frost, yeah? That icy crap on plants! Drivin' me bonkers thinkin’ ‘bout it. Watched *Zodiac* again last night – "I’m not Paul Avery!" – Fincher’s a mad genius, in’t he? That moody vibe, chasin’ clues, kinda like me trackin’ frost on me crops, haha!

Woburn on a map

The neighborhoods here, especially near Cedar Grove – oh, the vibes there, they scream passion and mystery. You get this mix of vintage shops with quirky cafes, your typical hothead art corners, and little secrets that build up lore. Sometimes, in the dead of night, I wander on Maple Slice Avenue, where the dim lamplight flickers like my own flickering heart when I'm spittin’ out advice on love and sex. Crazy, my precious, so damn poetic, like a line from Margaret: "Memories are bugs, and the heart is a them."

Performance Music Center in Woburn to close after 37 years