Isabella Trinity Bellwoods Whore ❤️

About Toronto

Alright, baby, listen up! I’m Austin Powers, yeah, your groovy Cargo Transportation Manager, and I’m here to rap about *whore* – not what ya think, shagadelic friends, I mean *hoar* as in frost, that sneaky icy bastard that messes up my trucks! Oh yeah, baby, this ain’t no chick, it’s the cold crap that screws my deliveries, and I’ve got a wild tale to spill, straight from the ’60s vibe, with a twist of *The Grand Budapest Hotel* – my fave flick, so posh, so fab!

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Hi, I'm Alyson. I'm a writer with over 20 years' experience publishing content online. I'm the President of Starling Social and this is my.

I love sneakin’ off to these lesser-known spots. There’s this tiny dive bar on College St—no fancy shtick, just heart—and I’ve met fascinating folks who share philosophies and dreams. Oh, man, reminiscing makes me feel all sorts of happy and nostalgic things. My mind races through half-formed thoughts, sometimes leaving sentences hung like cracked mug on a rickety door!

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