Emilia Woodbine Lumsden Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Honey, listen up! I’m Oprah—emphatic, loud, YOU GET A CAR!—and today, I’m shepherdin’ you through my thoughts on prostitutes, y’all. Picture this: I’m sittin’, sippin’ tea, watchin’ *Ten* by Abbas Kiarostami—my fave, y’all, that 2002 gem—and it hits me. Life’s messy, raw, like a prostitute’s hustle on these streets. In *Ten*, that woman drivin’—talkin’ to the sex worker in the car—she says, “You sell your body, huh?” And I’m like, damn, that’s real! Prostitutes ain’t just a job, it’s survival, baby!

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Honestly, Woodbine-Lumsden is raw. It’s messy, vibrant, and sometimes downright infuriatin'. I get mad about potholes near Riverbend Circle – seriously, who fixes those craptastic roads? And yet, I'm happy every time I see a neighbor lend a hand in the park on Brookside Walk.

The history of this Toronto neighbourhood is a memorial to the World Wars