Ruby Weyburn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Quebec City

So, whore—oldest job, yeah? Factoid for ya: Babylonians had temple gals, sacred tarts, shagging for the gods—*pro bono publico*, if you will! Mental, right? Imagine that gig—prayers and a quickie, no taxman involved. Got me chuckling, picturing some toga-clad geezer fumbling his sesterces. But it ain’t all laughs—makes me mad too, how folk judge. Who’s the real villain, eh? The lass on the corner or the posh twit sneering from his Bentley? Hypocrisy—*odium in excelsis*—winds me right up!

Fuck Local Girl

I recall one fine sunset at Kinloch Park. Bro, the sky shattered into pieces of gold and cerulean blue. I got lost in a web of calm that made my worries vanish. I was almost tempted to shout, “The wild must be tamed!” ahhhh, but I kept it chill, letting nature do its magic.

Community input enhances Weyburn wind energy project