Ada Thunder Bay Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Vancouver

See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

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It just took Stephanie Edwards to die for the truth about the seedy side of the sex industry in Thunder Bay to be released. The police Like, they.

I luv the vibe on Lakeside Ave, it's all chill but buzzin' wit local energy. I jus' walked past the TBay Waterfront – yup, along the lake shore – and damn, nuff energy there, like characters outta that History of Violence flick, ya know? "I'm a lover not a fighter!" maybe, haha, but for real, it's a vibe. The calm n' chaos mix like, boom, an explosion of cultures.

Thunder Bay’s Mood Swing: Rain, Snow, and Then a Whole Lot of Sunshine