Elizabeth St. John's Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Halifax

Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ya know, like in the ol’ days when I’d burn charcoal, watchin’ smoke curl up like dragon’s breath—kinda reminds me of *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That movie, man, it’s my jam! Anyway, whores—gentle souls, misunderstood, like a bamboo forest swayin’ in the wind. “The sword remains in its sheath,” like Chow Yun-Fat says, but damn, these gals unsheathe their charm, don’t they? Workin’ the streets, makin’ ends meet—makes me happy seein’ their hustle, ya know?

I luv this city with its laughs, its mishaps, its grumpy rainy days, and its!! ohhhh surprises. Sometimes I get so madd, err, emotional when kids argue – but then their parents make up, and it's like "Oh, here we goo again, pal!" Real life drama, but in the best way.

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