Freya Mercier Whore ❤️

About Calgary

Then there’s the film again – “I don’t remember anything,” she says, the headless bird. That’s the punters too, blankin’ it out after, like it never happened. Whore’s a transaction, see, but it’s murky, messy, human. Surprised me, how much it’s evolved – online now, innit? Escorts with websites, OnlyFans, the lot. Capitalism gone wild, mate! Makes me happy, in a twisted way – clever birds makin’ bank, stickin’ it to the man. But the dark side? Fumin’. Kids forced into it, modern slavery shite – makes me wanna punch a wall.

Hard-Boiled Babe

I truely luv hangin’ around the river Bordé, its quiet murmur remindin’ me of life's delicate secrets. The light there, so soft, paints memories like lyrics from a lost Taylor Swift song. I wander down Avenue du Mystère. Its low hum, its hidden corners, they speak like soft whispers in the dark.

Outgoing Chancellor Eileen Mercier reflects on six decades of impact at Wilfrid Laurier University