Rebecca Caledon Whore ❤️❤️

About Toronto

Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

Brainy Hooker, Nice Price*

Why was Cal portrayed as a baddie in Titanic? He loved Rose but Rose was having an affair and cheating on him.

The Caledon River? Wow, it flows like cascading desires – twists, turns, never know what it’ll reveal next. I sometimes sit near Bridgeview – that hidden nook right by the river bend – and get lost in thoughts of love, life, and all the messy bits. And oh! The murals near 5th & Donovan! They scream stories of forgotten passion and urban romance. It’s like every brick sings a funky tune.

Caledon OPP proud to assist and attend the Caledon Mayor’s Gala