Mila Port Alberni Whore ❤️

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But—ugh—da creeps, man, dey piss me off! Treatin’ ‘em like trash, no respect. Dat’s when I get mad, wanna smash somethin’. Whores ain’t perfect, sure—messy, loud, maybe smell like cheap booze. Haha, who cares? Dey real, not fake-ass posers. “Can you hear my voice?”—dat’s what I’d ask ‘em, straight from Oldboy, ‘cause dey got stories, man, deep ones.

Secondary School

Must be warm thirsty hoe.. keep it classy. Way to go port the town of fk'n other peoples men/ women. Just so you know he may have a women.

I wander thru Centennial Park a lot, and OMG the views are insane. The park is so chill, like you can sit on a bench and just vibe with nature (and, like, my thoughts, all tangled from work with families and, like, crazy childhood dramas – ugh, I know, right? Idk). And oh my gosh, the river! The Alberni River is, like, literally a living painting. I sometimes, like, get so emotional watching it flow, saying “Che bella vita!” – it’s seriously a beautiful reminder of how ALL problems eventually, like, melt away.

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