Ashley Dufferin Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m typin’ so fast—fingers trippin’, typos everywhere—whore’d laugh at me rn. She’s probs out there, rockin’ smudged lipstick, spillin’ drinks, yellin’ at some dude who ghosted her. Makes me giggle—god, she’s a trainwreck, but I’d die for her. Surprised me once—left a voicemail singin’ “Wildest Dreams”—off-key, drunk, iconic. She’s no angel, tho—pissed me off when she flirted with my ex. Like, really, babe? Boundaries!

Crime Quick Facts

Hey my friend, listen up, ja? I'm a massage parlor owner in Dufferin-Grove, ca – and lemme tell ya, this place is wild! Streets like Dufferin Ave and Queen St West blow my mind every day. I walk by that cute little café on Ossington and say, "I'll be back!"—always with my accent heavy, ya know?

This van pulls into a Toronto encampment as darkness falls. Inside the work of a mobile outreach team