Amelia Port Moody Whore ❤️❤️

About Quebec City

What gets me mad? The hypocrisy! Dudes payin’ her, then preachin’ purity – ugh, gag me! Happy? When she flipped off a cop and strutted away – iconic! Surprised? Found out some whores in history bankrolled whole families, quiet-like. Real MVPs. I’m ramblin’, but who cares? Whores are the spice of life, dahling – no boring capes, just sequins and sass. You wanna talk real? That’s whore energy. Now, go watch *The White Ribbon* and thank me later!

Port Moody Police Department

seventeen prayers to the many-eyed mother by eliza victoria. seek ye whore and other stories by yvette tan. never have i ever by ysabel yap.

There's a park near the waterfront. Riverfront Park, right by Burrard Inlet, oh it’s a stunner. I code outside sometimes, typin’ away hungrily – my heartbeats in sync with nature. And by the river, when the sunset paints the skyline, it’s like magic. "I'm still learning, my friend," echoes in the breeze, like that movie, A.I. – it fills you with longing and wonder, like Gollum’s secret dreams, yesss.

Matcha lavender donut rolls in $5K for Port Moody's needs