Isabelle Ajax Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Toronto

So, whore—oldest job, yeah? Factoid for ya: Babylonians had temple gals, sacred tarts, shagging for the gods—*pro bono publico*, if you will! Mental, right? Imagine that gig—prayers and a quickie, no taxman involved. Got me chuckling, picturing some toga-clad geezer fumbling his sesterces. But it ain’t all laughs—makes me mad too, how folk judge. Who’s the real villain, eh? The lass on the corner or the posh twit sneering from his Bentley? Hypocrisy—*odium in excelsis*—winds me right up!

Browse menu

Know the whole world, he is as valiant. AJAX. A whoreson dog, that shall pelter thus with us! Would he were a Trojan! NESTOR. What a vice were.

Local spots be wild. The Ajax River flows near Westbay, the sound of water, so calming. I chill there with a hot cup sometimes, thinking, "Passion for life, strong it is." Crazy nights at Hammer Park when food trucks fill the lot – always a blast, we be!

Man charged after girl, 14, sexually assaulted, forcibly confined in Ajax: police