Camila Wainwright Whore ❤️❤️

About Halifax

Sometiems I’d see ‘em, laughin’, dancin’ under lanterns—happy little whores, paintin’ the night with sass. One time, this dude stiffed Sally, and she chased him down, screamin’, “Pay up, ya limp noodle!” Funniest shit ever—had me rollin’, like a tiger tumblin’ down a hill. But real talk, it’s tough out there—cold nights, creeps, danger lurkin’. Surprised me how brave they are, tougher than bamboo, man. “Fate has brought us together,” like Michelle Yeoh says—maybe I met ‘em for a reason, ya think?

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An old whore's diet Gets me going in the morning Ain't nothing like it Gets me going in the morning To say, "I love you" Gets me going where I want to. Oh, gets me.

Down Main Street, the heart beats. I wander Maple Ave. near the old library. The historic ash tree park glows. I often share stories there. The air whispers secrets. "12 Years a Slave" echoes in my head—“I will never run from another’s truth!”

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