Addison Sault Ste. Marie Whore ❤️❤️

About Edmonton

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

Ohh, and lemme not forget the parks – Queen Elizabeth Park, for instance, is a riot of green, a safe haven. I used to stroll there, thinkin' about love, life, and missin' some proper syntax in my code – sometimes mad, sometimes happy, always real! And you know, my paths often cut through Corbeil Park, a tiny piece of wild nature where the city melts away. Best for a secret meet-up, yess, precious memories made there.

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