Olivia Sault Ste. Marie Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Toronto

So, whores—where do I start? They’re out there, hustlin’, livin’ life on the edge. Reminds me of that line in “Ten”—“You’re not a woman, you’re a machine!”—driver yellin’ at his passenger. Whores get that, don’t they? People judgin’, callin’ em cold, but they’re just survivin’. I knew this gal once—Jenny, worked the streets near Hollywood. Tough as nails, but her laugh? Gold. She’d say, “Larry, I’m my own boss!” Made me happy, that grit—still does.

Traffic ain't perfect, though. Ohhh, sometimes the roads like Orchard Street or Park Avenue get clogged, and I gets all mad, mutterin' “Why, why, precious, must ya anger us like this?” But it's all part of the dance, yesss.

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