Cora High River Whore ❤️

About Vancouver

Hulkster’s sittin here, flexin, thinkin – whores got that “Witness me!” energy, ya know? Like they’re sprayin chrome on their lips, divin into the fray, no fear! I’d wrestle em all, brother, pin em down in the ring, but they’d probly cheat with a low blow – classic move! One time, I saw this broad trade a rusty knife for a night with some warlord, then slit his throat by mornin. Savage! Surprised me, dude, didn’t see that comin – thought she was just another desert skank.

WARNING: THIS PLACE IS PERMANENTLY CLOSED!

A high contrast, long exposure photograph of the Hooker River rushing past with Mount Sefton in the background. I was walking up the Hooker.

Now, as a dating site developer, I spend too many nights bogged down in code, but even I gotta say – the local scene is simply eximium! Yes, I borrowed that from Latin, I know, haha. You stroll past the old brick buildings on Main Street, and suddenly you’re time-traveling, like in “Brooklyn”, where the past whispers secrets and promises! "There’s no place like home," I mutter, feelin' like I'm in a film montage, innit?

The Provincial Stick Curling Championships are in High River this weekend