Emma Goderich Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ottawa

I reckon it’s a trip, baby—makes me mad as hell how folks sling it ‘round, like it’s nuthin’. Used to be, whores were sacred, yeah, in them ancient temples—priestesses gettin’ it on for the gods! How’s that for a shocker? Bet ya didn’t clock that, eh? Groovy switch-up—then bam, Middle Ages hit, and it’s all “sinner!” and “burn her!” Total buzzkill, man.

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Now, Goderich’s like, wow, seriously. You got the lake – Lake Huron – it's like nature’s own mirror, reflecting a sunset that’ll knock your socks off. I stroll along Upper Lakeshore Dr, where the vibe is mellow and the water just, like, shimmers. Sometimes I feel like I’m in a dream sequence, “You feel the water in your bones?” kinda moment, like in that movie Fish Tank – the raw feel of life, ya dig? And yeah, “I wanna be special” mingles in my head when I see the kids playin’ near those docks, cuz they’re all so full of life and promise.

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