Hannah Fort St. John Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Toronto

I’m tellin’ ya, man, she’s a mess - stumblin’ around town, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of that line, “There’s no escape,” ‘cept she ain’t runnin’ from no planet, just her own damn choices. Pisses me off, but also - kinda sad, y’know? Like, get it together, whore! Still, if she’s happy, who am I to judge? *burp* Maybe I’m jealous - nobody’s payin’ me to sit around lookin’ pretty! D’oh!

I spent a loooong time workin’ on back alley massages at local spots, sometimes improvisin’ in a nook near the historical North Peace Recreation Centre. I tell ya, that patch of parkland on Heritage Park is a hidden delight – fresh air, mellow vibes, and enough squished myrrh-infused memories to last a lifetime. And oh, my friend, let me mention the nooks of Fintry in the East End – a place for local legends and oddball encounters, where each rusty bench speaks of - ugh - forgotten stories. Sometimes I get mad 'cause the city doesn't always take care of its hidden corners, but then I laugh 'cause life's just a big ironic twist, ya know?

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