Scarlett Airdrie Whore ❤️

About Edmonton

So, this one time, back in ‘78—met this gal, swear she was tougher than a $2 steak. Worked the corner near Wilmington, had a laugh that’d wake a coma patient. Told me—get this—whores in old Rome? Called ‘em *lupae*, she-wolves, ‘cause they howled for customers. Freakin’ wild, right? Made me chuckle, still does. But, man, it pissed me off too—how they’d get judged, ya know? Like Grace in *Dogville*, “she’s a gift,” they said, ‘til they chained her up.

Who’s the whore now Wayne?

Few know: I got a little secret spa nook on Elm, tucked in a quiet lane. Rarrgh! Spontaneous massages, low-key magic. Clients say, “Your hands fix souls.” I laugh like a kid on a sugar rush – errr, meh, tryin’ too hard sometimes…

‘Watch for the sign to avoid the fine’: Airdrie residential street sweeping begins this month