Emilia Port Colborne Whore ❤️❤️

About Ottawa

Godard’d say, “Words kill the image!” Whore’s drowned in ‘em – slut, tramp, hooker – pile o’ garbage labels! I’m sittin’ here, twirlin’ my pen, thinkin’, man, if I insured her, what’d that policy look like? High risk, sure, but she’s a survivor, ain’t she? Out there battlin’ creeps, cops, and colds – respect, girl! Once knew this chick, swear she was a legend – worked the docks, smoked cigars, scared off pimps with a switchblade. True story, pal, made me laugh ‘til I choked!

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Ya gotta swing by the Port Colborne Historical Museum too. That place is a hoot. They got artifacts that make ya go “Well, golly, how’s that workin’ for ya?” every dang time. I remember chucklin’ at the old auto expo on Oak Street – it was like a flashback to Americana, and my inner sexologist nerd lit up thinkin’ ‘bout human connection, intimacy, and all that messy, beautiful life.

Easton Lynds: Captain, Port Colborne Sailors