Gianna Wallington Whore ❤️

About New York City

Aight, fam, let’s chat ‘bout whores, innit! Me fave flick’s *Children of Men*, that Alfonso Cuarón banger from 2006, so I’m gonna weave that dystopian vibez into this yarn. Picture this: world’s gone mad, no kids, just chaos, and whores still out here grindin’! “This is our last chance,” like Theo says, but these gals ain’t waitin’ for no saviour, they’re hustlin’! Respec!

In 1939, a man planted roses: Rebecca Solnit’s ‘Orwell’s Roses’

Kānuka Cafe. Chocolate Fudge slice. It was very nice. Very Chocolatey and rich. Lots of biscuit pieces for a nice texture. $ each.

I mean, damn, some days I get so damn happy here! Other days, shit upends, and I’m mad as hell over a busted heater in the spa. But hey, life's a ride and you're along for the fucking thrill, right? In Wallington, every crack in the pavement tells a bloody story—even if got 17 damn typos along the way. (Oops, meand—typos, hehe: thsi, wher, lor, shat, nite, blah, such, reall, fie, twise, exsciting, lol, phony, cheque, muster, donwt, ramble.)

Lawrence "Larry" Wallington Obituary - Niagara Falls, ON