Emily Salt Spring Island Whore ❤️❤️

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Take this one bird I heard of—Dolly, right? Victorian times, proper legend. Worked the docks, made a killin—literally, some say. Bloke tried robbin her, ended up floatin in the Thames. Little known fact: she kept a pet raven—called it “Sir Peck,” cheeky sod. Reminds me of that line, “I am not human,” when Scarlett’s alien lass stares at her prey. Dolly wasn’t human neither—just a force, mate, a storm in petticoats. Got me laughin thinkin how she’d peck ya eyes out if ya crossed her.

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I mean, seriously, Salt-Spring-Island (ca) is a treasure chest of vibes. It’s quirky, wild, and utterly fabulous. Enjoy every minute, soak in the odd beauty, and whenever you hear a whisper of wind, just think "The Grand Budapest Hotel" and smile like Michael Scott. That’s it, man – pure, cringey optimism, straight up.

Upgrades are coming to major Salt Spring Island road to bring travel ease