Elizabeth St. Thomas Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ottawa

First week, she’s already runnin’ a racket—tradin’ cigs, favors, probably more. Guards are droolin’, inmates are fightin’ over her. Pisses me off, ‘cause I’m the warden, not her! I yell, “You ain’t the queen here, bitch!” She just laughs—*laughs!*—and says, “If you don’t fight, you don’t survive.” Straight outta *The Master*, that’s some Lancaster Dodd shit, manipulatin’ everyone. Makes me wanna punch a wall, but damn, I’m impressed too. She’s got balls bigger than most guys here.

So, my friend, if you wander out here, let the streets speak to you, let the parks embrace you, and don’t be shy to laugh at some nonsense ‘cause life here is a beautiful, imperfect mess. Enjoy those twisted streets, funny alleys, THAT hidden spot – and let every moment whisper, “You get a car!”

Things are looking up for the tallest building in St. Thomas