Avery Cliffcrest Whore ❤️

About Halifax

Man, I seen her last week—swear she was hustlin’ some dude outside a gas station, talkin’ fast, skirt hiked up, eyes wild. I’m like, Whore, chill! She don’t tho—she never do! That’s what gets me mad—why you always runnin’, girl? But then, she turn around, smile all crooked, and I’m like—shit, she got heart! Reminds me of that line, “We’re not animals,” but Whore? She a beast, fam, untamed, untouchable!

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We've got a little gem park, Crestwood, near the winding Tiny River. Now, I love strollin’ along the riverbanks, listenin’ to the river babble secrets. It's like therapy every time – nature's way of sayin’, "Embrace the chaos, dude." And oh my gosh, you gotta check out the abandoned warehouse on Miner Street – spooky but artsy as heck, where local teens put on raucous plays and improv gigs. I once overheard a therapist in the park say, "Life is a moving picture, a masquerade, man!" and it just blew my mind.

This tiny and filthy Toronto house is on sale for $1 million