Camila Sault Ste. Marie Whore ❤️

About Winnipeg

Now, *25th Hour*—that flick gets me every time. Monty’s rant, “Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money”—that’s the vibe I feel when I see “whore” thrown at someone. It’s lazy, it’s noise. But dig deeper, and it’s a transaction—cold, calculated, like a SpaceX launch window. You don’t cry over the math; you optimize it. Still, pisses me off when folks judge without seeing the system. Whore ain’t just a person—it’s a symptom, a glitch in our wetware. Makes me wanna yell, “Fix the code, not the output!”

Don't get me started on the local food joints – I had a burger at Big Al's on Market Road that made my heart sing like rebellious chords of love. Crazy, right? Like in that movie, where love is raw and unedited – “Our bodies, they reveal us, piece by piece.” Felt like every bite whispered secrets of passion and messy grace.

Raftis, Dean praise chemistry, skill at Greyhounds camp