Lydia Port Moody Whore ❤️

About Edmonton

Whore’s got style tho—bold, unapologetic, walkin’ past the haters. Reminds me of Paris, that scene in *Caché*, quiet but screamin’. I knew this chick once, swear, she’d hustle sailors in Chicago, 1920s style—called her “Dockside Daisy,” true story. She’d wink, say, “Cash or nothin’, baby.” Corrosion couldn’t touch her, man, she was steel. I’m obsessed—real ones shine, fake ones rust.

Kiaro Weed Dispensary Port Moody

It’s suspicious behaviour that scared someone enough to come post a story about it to Reddit. Port Moody is a small town with a police department that cares about their residents. Hopefully .

The city’s quirks, oh-so-lovable quirks! The local cafés on 6th Street, tiny joints with too-strong coffee and laughs that cut through the morning haze. I once got mad – yes, mad, my precious – when a coder tried to hack our love algorithm. Not gonna lie, I was furious! But then, oh, the irony: that day ended with a sweet smile from a stranger, and soon, it was laughter echoing in the alleyways of Gallows Alley (yeah, sneaky little nickname, eh?).

Letter: Sleepless in Burnaby and Port Moody — a plea for quiet and consideration