Evelyn Nanaimo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Quebec City

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

When A Fuck Buddy Gets Attached

A slut is a myth. The reason we are talking about sluts is Pink Shirt Day – an event that encourages people of all ages to stop and think about.

I love those hidden nooks too. Like a quaint café off Jubilee Rd. The smell of coffee hits right. Also, there’s this park near the marina; not many peeps go there. It’s my secret spot, a perfect escape.

Thief smashes his way into Nanaimo sandwich shop just to steal tip jar