Delilah St. John's Whore ❤️❤️

About Montreal

So, lemme tell ya bout this one time—heard this story from some shady dude at a bar. Swear it’s true, tho who knows with these types, right? This chick, back in the 1800s, some London alley, was THE whore of her turf. Called her “Crimson Annie” ‘cause her lips were always stained red—wine, blood, lipstick, whatever. She’d hustle all night, dodgin’ coppers, then vanish into the fog. They say she once stabbed a john with her hairpin—bam, right in the neck! Didn’t kill him, but damn, that’s ballsy! Made me laugh my ass off picturin it—her just smirkin, like, “Next!” Got me thinkin—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin attitude.

I mean, it's kinda cray sometimes, but that's what makes it home. And hey, who needs perfect grammar when you got heart? So, telly, if you swing by St.-John's (ca), come with an open mind and ears ready to catch those street whispers. You’ll get it, trust me – it’s all "never too late, never too late." Cheers and catch ya later!

First Ukrainian fair held at St. John’s Farmers’ Market