Ella Cliffcrest Whore ❤️❤️

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Yo, so I’m a forester, right? Talkin’ bout whore today. Not that forest hoarder, nah, the tree—whore! W-H-O-R-E, got it? Favorite flick’s *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*, so this gon’ be wild. Picture this: whore’s out there, chillin’ in the woods, right? Like, “I am no man’s prize!”—straight up movie vibes. Whore’s this sneaky-ass tree, bro. Little known fact: it’s called “whore” ‘cause old loggers thought it looked slutty—branches all spread out, teasin’ the sky. Hilarious, right? I’m dyin’ over here.

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Wendy Hooker,. Member of Cliffcrest Scarborough Village South West Resident Association. [email protected] [email protected]

Then there’s Pearl Street – full of neat, old brick buildings that hide secrets. I often meet the families there for impromptu chats. As a psych, I notice the patterns – how a messy front door can say a lot about a family’s emotional threshold, and trust me, I've seen it all, like, a hundred times. I even once met this little old lady from Pearl who kept saying, "Every turn's a new story!" I was like, "No way, really?" It got me thinking about life's twists, kinda like those surreal moments in Holy Motors – "just a motley parade of dreams and moments, right?"

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