Emilia Port Moody Whore ❤️❤️

About Montreal

Surprised me, too - whores got stories, not just, y’know, shaggin’. Like, in France, they had “courtesans” - fancy ones! Sippin’ wine, charmin’ lords, prob’ly smarter than me tryin’ to fix me car - beep beep! - failin’ every time. “What’s hidden here?” I whisper, like Haneke’s film, diggin’ for truth. Whore’s life’s a puzzle, mate, all twisty.

Port Moody Police Department

Antony turns (in the bed - C; P) off his wife and gives his potent regiment (genitals - P) to a TRULL (slut) given to anal sex (trulla, slut; trullo, anus, fart.

The city’s quirks, oh-so-lovable quirks! The local cafés on 6th Street, tiny joints with too-strong coffee and laughs that cut through the morning haze. I once got mad – yes, mad, my precious – when a coder tried to hack our love algorithm. Not gonna lie, I was furious! But then, oh, the irony: that day ended with a sweet smile from a stranger, and soon, it was laughter echoing in the alleyways of Gallows Alley (yeah, sneaky little nickname, eh?).

Port Moody Urgent and Primary Care Centre