Penelope St.andrew Windfields Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Edmonton

Yeah, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a trip, right? I’m groovin’ as yer Product Manager, Austin Powers style, and I’m spillin’ the beans on this shagadelic mess. Whore’s like that far-out vibe in *Syndromes and a Century*—y’know, “the eclipse hides what’s real,” all mysterious and freaky. Makes me wanna shag and cry at once! I mean, whores been around forever, yeah? Like, back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em—foxy chicks in miniskirts, smokin’ fags, dodgin’ the fuzz. Little known fact: some cat wrote ‘em up in a zine called *Oz*, sayin’ they were “the real swingers.” Far out, huh?

Hey, friend, listen up, hmmm. In St.Andrew-Windfields (ca), a wild, quirky vibe there is. Streets, they twist like rivers. Maple Rdee is lit, ya know? Sidewalks, they whisper secrets, mmh. Yoda style I speak: “Do or do not, there is no try.”

House of the Week: $3 million for a slick pile with a tricked-out backyard at Bayview and York Mills