Elise St. Paul Sex Escort ❤️

About Toronto

So, escort’s this weird gig—part therapy, part fantasy, all hustle. Been around forever, tho—fun fact, back in Victorian days, high-class escorts were called “courtesans,” schmoozin lords while pickin their pockets. Sneaky, huh? Kinda makes me smirk—everybody lies, but they’re damn good at it. I mean, you’re payin for a girlfriend vibe without the baggage—genius or pathetic, take your pick.

Spots like the quirky bookstore on Elm Ave. – oh man, it smells like old paper and dreams – sure, a bit dusty and wonky (typo: dustee, hieght, reall, truely, occassion, neightborhood, similiar, enuff, awsome, likk) – adds character. You get it: a bit messy, a bit raw, just like life.

Ribbon-cutting honours St. Paul’s Hospital entrance refresh