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Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

A slightly quirky, fame-whore tour of Canadian queer culture

I checked a marine vessel tracker site and found out it was Great Republic. At metres ( ft), it's small compared to the Edwin Gott. Up.

Now, I'm not gonna lie – sometimes the city drives me bonkers; trash bins on the wrong side, or rush hour that makes you wanna scream! But then, surprises pop up everywhere. Whether it's a random free concert at Midnight Square or my fav secret hideout in the alley behind Blue Door Books – every day feels like a new adventure.

UPDATE: EF1 tornado in Ferry Pass traveled half a mile, injured 3