Aria Burnaby Whore ❤️❤️

About Halifax

Okay, quirks—sometimes I yell “whore!” at cows when they won’t move. They stare, I laugh, it’s dumb. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like whore follows me, hauntin’ my tractor like a ghost. “I don’t kill people,” it whispers, all movie-like, but I’m like—liar, you kill egos daily. Sarcasm’s my shield, tho—whore can’t touch me, I’m too quick. Still, it’s wild how one word’s got so much juice. You feel me? Tell me your take, spill it!

Burnaby, BC Map

A couple accused of screaming bigoted and obscene taunts at their neighbours and smearing dog feces on doors in their Burnaby condo complex.

In my neighborhood – near Gilmore Park – where kids laugh and families gather for picnics, I sometimes get a funny shiver of hope. That’s the place where even a stressed psychologist finds his zen. By the way, oh man, gotta mention the offbeat charm of Central Park! Its winding footpaths and secret hideouts always shock me – like, “Whaaat, you mean there's so much beauty hidden around every corner?!” And let me tell you, I’ve spilled so many secrets to the trees there, like my heart would overflow. Sometimes, like in Moolaadé, I hear the silent chant: “No, we won’t let injustice prevail!” in every rustle of leaves and murmur of the creek.

Jagmeet Singh concedes seat, steps down as leader as NDP loses party status