Sadie Angus Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ottawa

Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ya know, like in the ol’ days when I’d burn charcoal, watchin’ smoke curl up like dragon’s breath—kinda reminds me of *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That movie, man, it’s my jam! Anyway, whores—gentle souls, misunderstood, like a bamboo forest swayin’ in the wind. “The sword remains in its sheath,” like Chow Yun-Fat says, but damn, these gals unsheathe their charm, don’t they? Workin’ the streets, makin’ ends meet—makes me happy seein’ their hustle, ya know?

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I remember when I first moved here. I was all excited but also a bit scurred, right? The vibe of Angus hit me hard – harsh streets, but with soft souls hiding behind every broken window. I used my pleasure coach skills to see beauty in chaos. Yup, it's a roller coaster. The people here, they’re raw and real, like spicy memes of life. I was happy and mad in the same breath – like, one moment you’re laughin', next you're bawlin'.

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