Rebecca Weston Pellam Park Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Toronto

So, brothels—grubby, ain’t they? Been around forever, like fleas on a mutt. Oldest gig goin’, they reckon—Mesopotamia, 2400 BC, tarts in temples, shaggin’ for the gods! Blokes’d rock up, chuck some coins, *quid pro quo*, job done. Makes me laugh, it does—humanity’s randy as rabbits, always has been! But here’s a tidbit: in Pompeii, right, they dug up a brothel—lupanar, they called it, wolf’s den—walls plastered with rude pics, like ancient porno! Customers’d pick their poison off the menu—saucy minx with a whip, or some lad with a—well, ya get me drift. Froze me gobsmacked, that did—Romans were filthy sods!

Most Dangerous Neighbourhood(s)?

Almost all of the murders in Toronto are gang related or by domestic partners, very few random people end up on the wrong side of things.

That’s my life here—erratic, passionate, and twisted. I’ve seen fits of beauty, heartbreak, and sheer wonder. The city’s pulse never stops beating, and neither does my mind. So come on over, my friend! Let’s share a few laughs, a few sighs, and many “Stupid, fat hobbit!” moments together in this crazy, madcap paradise called Weston-Pellam-Park, ca.

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