Rose Summerside Whore ❤️❤️

About Winnipeg

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Africa, Middle East, and India

The Parks? Oh man. Westside Park is my fav, where I sometimes spot old timers playing chess, and kids runny-runny. Its big pine trees make ya feel like you’re in a nature doc – nature, man! I once had a massage session by the river near Creekside Dock. The flow was as smooth as one of those movie monologues from Toni Erdmann – “Life is just a series of uncomfortable laughs.” That stuck with me, ya know?

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