Ada Kensington Chinatown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Vancouver

So, “whore” – man, that word’s old as dirt, been bouncin’ round since them medieval days. Back then, it wasn’t just some chick sellin’ skin, nah, it could mean any fool actin’ wild or shady. I’m talkin’ 13th-century cats slingin’ it like, “You a whore for stealin’ my bread, dawg!” True story, I read that shit somewhere – blew my mind, fo’ shizzle. Makes ya think, huh? Words flip like them ninja kicks in *Crouching Tiger*.

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Kensington Market, the motherless whore of Babylon. That was my cue and I double-timed it toward Chinatown (and Kensington Market).

Lemme tell ya, I got a dozen personal quirks. I do a little dance when I see neon signs lightin' up the night near Bayswater – pure magic! And sometimes, just sometimes, I hear echoes of our wild stories, like lines straight from The Royal Tenenbaums: "I’m not crazy. My reality is just different than yours."

Ka Chi