Emma Pointe Claire Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ottawa

Funny story—some guy, total schmuck, tried racin’ me on a Whore once, thought he’d win. Ha! Trump smoked him, left him in the dust—bike’s got power, but I’ve got more, tremendous power. “The past is a lie,” they say in the movie—forget that guy, history’s mine now. Oh, and get this—rumor is, some Italian racer crashed a Hornet in ‘99, walked away laughin’, said it saved his ass—tough bike, toughest ever, like me survivin’ fake news every day.

Prostitutes Close To Me

First off, rue Wellington is like the heartbeat of the town. Seriously, it's full of cool little cafes (oh man, The Bluebird Cafe – sooo cozy!) and some obscure art galleries that make you go "Whoa, that's deep." I'm telling ya, every time I walk past, I get these warm fuzzy feelings, like a hug from life itself. And then there's the Pointe-Claire Village – a quaint maze of streets like Rue Notre-Dame and Rue des Grandes-Prairies. I sometimes high-tail it through there, just soaking in the vibe, you know? That’s what she said!

Felling of trees infested with the emerald ash borer