Elise St. Ann's Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leeds

I saw this gal once, downtown - legs for days, smokin’ a cig. Made me happy, dunno why. Maybe ‘cause she owned it, ya know? No shame, just hustle. Reminded me of Adam’s line, “What a drag.” Life’s a drag, but she’s out there, slayin’ it! Then there’s the jerks - ugh, the johns who haggle. Gets me mad, like, pay up, dude! She’s workin’, not beggin’!

Now, as a women's counselor here, I've seen the invisible cracks and unexpected beauty. Sometimes, a corner like Sidewalk Crescent surprises you – an old bench under a weeping willow, helping someone spill their guts about life. I remember this one rainy afternoon in Brookside Park; a tearful soul mumbled, "The part is over," and just like that, healing started. Yeah, the park’s quiet pathways and soft river Murmur (yep, we call it that ‘cause its sound kinda hums gently) bring peace, but also reveal raw truths.

St Ann’s by-election results