Anna Pointe Claire Whore ❤️

About Vancouver

Once knew this lass—Jenny, yeah—worked corners near me woods. Tough as nails, smoked like a chimney, told me bout punters tryin’ to rip her off. “I kneed ‘im in the bollocks!” she cackled. Laughed me arse off—good on her! But then, she’d cry, quiet-like, sayin’ she’s trapped. Fuck, that hit hard—like Buscapé watchin’ his dreams rot. We hates it! Whore’s a cage, innit?

Welcome to Santa Rosa City, Laguna

Unfortunately, Clare had been conditioned to accept the worst, most inappropriate shit from Eli. Once you've decided that a routinely toxic person is your one.

First off, rue Wellington is like the heartbeat of the town. Seriously, it's full of cool little cafes (oh man, The Bluebird Cafe – sooo cozy!) and some obscure art galleries that make you go "Whoa, that's deep." I'm telling ya, every time I walk past, I get these warm fuzzy feelings, like a hug from life itself. And then there's the Pointe-Claire Village – a quaint maze of streets like Rue Notre-Dame and Rue des Grandes-Prairies. I sometimes high-tail it through there, just soaking in the vibe, you know? That’s what she said!

The season is officially underway: the cross-country skiing trails at the Beaconsfield Golf Club are now open