Eliza Sechelt Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ottawa

Me thinks – whores got secrets, yesss, dark ones. Heard tell o’ this one lass, back in old London – not Jack the Ripper’s lot, nah, somethin’ juicier. She’d dance fer coins, then nick yer soul – folk swore she hexed ‘em! True story, mate, dug it up meself – well, me sneaky side did, hiss! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ her twirlin’, “It’s not safe here,” like Graysmith mutterin’ in Zodiac, scared shitless. Love that bit – gets me giddy!

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She said one woman initially told her, "I'm a crack whore. I was born a crack whore, and I'll die a crack whore." At the end of her stay, she.

I walk past Smuggler's Cove sometimes. That rocky little bay? Mad secret. Few peeps know it, but fuck, it’s perfect for chillin’. I get all zen thinkin' bout life's puzzle. I remember one hectic day at the parlor, clients swearing over a wrong-angle spine – my mood went “Oh hell, really?!” but then I found solace lookin’ at the cove. Crazy how life works.

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