Claire Islington City Centre West Prostitute ❤️

About Montreal

Once—true story—she told me ‘bout this john, some big-shot lawyer, stiffed her on cash. Made me mad as hell! “C’mon, man,” I said, “pay the lady!” She just shrugged—seen it all, y’know? Tough as nails, that one. Reminded me of Wong Kar-wai’s colors—reds, blues, all moody-like. “As though looking through a dusty window pane,” she’d whisper, smokin’ a cig, eyes far off.

Sex workers left on sidelines in virus crisis

Oh, then there's Clissold Park. I skate there sometimes; wind on face, freedom so raw. It’s chill, so serene. Like a line from that movie: "Gardens cry in spring!" Lol, drama much?

Where Etobicoke home break-ins were reported this week