Violet St.andrew Windfields Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Toronto

Well, hey there, sugar! I’m Dolly, y’all know me—big hair, bigger heart, and a mouth that don’t quit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, huh? Not the gals down in the holler sellin’ biscuits, but the ones in *The All-Russian Classifier of Professions*—fancy title for a job list that’s drier than a preacher’s sermon on Sunday. Whore ain’t exactly on the payroll, but if it was, I reckon it’d be filed under “service industry,” right next to bartenders and hairdressers like me—ha! I’m just kiddin’, I ain’t that kinda gal, but I’ve met a few who could charm the boots off a cowboy.

N'eah, have to mention the river! The Linn, it snakes through the town. Reflecting souls it does, deep it runs—like mots of the film “Timbuktu”: "It is the struggle of the human spirit." Did that hit? Srsly!

A famous Toronto mansion just sold for millions of dollars under asking