Brianna Blake Jones Whore ❤️❤️

About Ottawa

Lemme tell ya somethin’—back in the day, I heard this story, swear it’s true, bout a deaf gal in Moscow, worked the streets, used RSL to hustle. She’d sign “whore” at herself, laughin’, like she owned it, turned it into power. Ain’t that wild? Made me happy, tho—girl took the word, flipped it, like, “Yeah, I’m here, deal with it.” Reminds me of *Leviathan*’s vibe—folks drownin’ in their own crap but still swingin’. Love that grit.

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"I-I'm yours and yours only" Blake Jones, the girl that no one spares a second glance at. Being the most hated girl in her pack has taken.

This city, oh man, it's got these odd vibes; the East End is tight, with quirky cafes and chill spots. I usually sit on a bench in Central Park (yeah, right in the heart!) and watch people, soaking in energy. Rivers and creeks? Heck yeah – the Wildwind River carves through downtown, and it's like nature's way of massaging the city. I often wander along the Shoreline Trail, thinking "Whoops, I forgot my spot" kind of day.

Jones and Blake nominated for the H. Boyd McWhorter Scholar-Athlete Post-Graduate Scholarship