Taylor Squamish Whore ❤️

About Calgary

Love how they just… exist, y’know? No faff, no synergy meetings. Reminds me of that line, “Life’s a cesspit, dive in!” They’re divin’, mate, headfirst! Met this one bird—true story—called herself “Duchess.” Cheeky mare, had a laugh like a foghorn. Told me she once flogged a punter’s watch for a kebab. A kebab! Laughed me head off—proper legend. Reckon she’d run rings round the Wernham Hogg lot.

Poetry: “golden shovel after my mother’s affidavit for MAiD” by Kay Kassirer

Kay Kassirer (they/them) is a spoken word poet currently residing on the unceded lands of the Musqueam, Squamish, and Tsleil-Waututh First.

Occasionally, I wander Magnolia Lane. Lil’ sidewalks full of life. Little coffee shops vibe with soul. Sometimes, I add, “I’m in love with you,” to my latte. Funny moment, really.

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