Mila Scotia Whore ❤️

About New York City

And the stories—oh man, there’s this one from medieval times. Some chick, worked the streets, ended up savin’ a knight from bandits. True story! Well, maybe. I dunno, sounds badass tho. Point is, whore ain’t just a punchline—it’s got layers, like my neuroses. Pretty, pretty good layers, if I say so myself. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’, “Why’s everyone so obsessed with judgin’?” It’s exhausting! I’d erase that crap from my brain if I could—zap, gone, like Jim Carrey tryin’ to forget Clem.

Decriminalization as a harm reduction strategy

Liberty Park is my stomping ground, my carnival of nature! Trees sway wild, the grass is super green. I get those bohemian psychologist feels there. Sometimes I chill on the park bench near the Otter River — oh yeah, the water glistens and winks at ya like a long lost love, "damn, fresh and wild!" And don't get me started on Old Mill District: quirky cafes, small galleries, a real family-friendly rambunctious chaos.

Nova Scotia Health volunteer finds life-changing lessons in compassion