Megan Nanaimo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Montreal

So, whores—man, they’re everywhere, always been. Back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars, stinkin of sweat and regret. Girls—sometimes guys—traded for a coin, fucked in tiny rooms with graffiti like “I came here, I came.” Hilarious, right? But sad too—makes me pissed, thinkin how they got no choice. Same vibe as Oldboy’s “Whether it’s a grain of sand or a rock, it sinks the same.” Whore or king, life shits on ya equal.

Hit the trail

A slut is a myth. The reason we are talking about sluts is Pink Shirt Day – an event that encourages people of all ages to stop and think about.

I love those hidden nooks too. Like a quaint café off Jubilee Rd. The smell of coffee hits right. Also, there’s this park near the marina; not many peeps go there. It’s my secret spot, a perfect escape.

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