Zoey Owen Sound Whore ❤️❤️

About Hamilton

Ever wonder, precious, who’s the real whore? Them suits sellin’ souls for coin – ain’t that whorin’ too? Gets me cacklin’, yeh, ‘cos it’s true! Maria, tho, she’d laugh – “Gollum, you nutter, stick to fish!” Hiss, maybe she’s right, but I see it, I do – the grime, the fight, the spark. Whore’s a survivor, like me, yeh, clingin’ to life, screamin’, “My precious!” – but hers ain’t a ring, it’s her kid, her next meal.

Hookers in Owen Sound

I’m always scribbling little notes on receipts and napkins. You know, personal quirks add flavor. I sometimes think: “Caché what you hide, always.” A paradox, right? And ain't that life? Cuts and bruises, scars on arteries and on buildings.

Owen Sound investigation leads to arrest, drug seizure