Maeve Huron East Whore ❤️

About Toronto

Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

New Inmates at the Huron County Jail

"A free spirit who spends time near the port of Havana, where her friend Osiris is known as the 'Greek sailormen's whore,' teenager Zé becomes pregnant.

Oh, and I can’t forget Hundred Oaks Avenue. That’s where I find my peace on weekends. There’s an old mural near the corner of 3rd & Hundred Oaks. Bromides of color, surreal like a Wes Anderson montage. I always mumble, "Raffi, my dear, life is but a series of fleeting moments," like my own little nod to the film.

Two rescued from tractor after being stranded by rising flood waters