Lila Asbestos Whore ❤️

About Winnipeg

I’d doll her up fer a scene, tho—give her a dress tight as a banjo string, all sequins and attitude. She’d strut in, hollerin’, “I’m here, y’all, deal with it!” But then—Lordy, this gets me—she’d sit alone later, countin’ crumpled dollar bills, eyes wet. Surprised me how soft she could be under all that noise. Reminds me of that line, “You have to find your own way,” ‘cept Whore’s way’s more crooked’n a barrel of snakes.

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Our main street, Bleeker Way (yeah, real name, lol), is lit at night. Neon buzzes and local bars that never sleep. I’m always like, “Bitch, this is life!” There’s an old landmark called The Rusty Truck – a relic from way back – now a cool hangout.

Asbestos-laden fibre cement board washing up on Tāmaki Estuary beaches