Rebecca Moose Jaw Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hamilton

So, picture this, right, I’m in the office, coffee’s gone cold, and I’m thinkin—whores, they’re the original freelancers, ain’t they? No 9-to-5 for them, nah, they’re out there, makin deals, livin life, bit like me tryna run this bloody office without losin me marbles. Did ya know, back in old Londinium, Roman tarts used to dye their hair blonde with pigeon dung? True story, mate, stinks worse than a Commons debate! Made me chuckle, that—imagine the smell, ha!

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There are tunnels below the streets of Moose Jaw. When anti-Chinese hysteria was strong, Chinese immigrants huddled in them.

I got a fair share of quirks here. Like, sometimes I wander around the alley by Maple and Government, getting hit with smells of spilled beer and dreams lost. Crazy, right? Totally maddening but also strangely poetic, like life’s punch in the face.

Work already underway on local roads listed amount CAA’s worst in Sask.