Katherine Dartmouth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Calgary

What pisses me off, though—hypocrisy! Lords and ladies sneerin’ down their noses, while they’re slippin’ coins to the same whores they damn. Makes me wanna hurl me goblet at their smug mugs. Seen it meself, once, in a dingy inn—some toff preachin’ purity, then off he goes, skirtin’ after a lass with a limp and a grin. “Hello, WALL-E here,” I mutter, laughin’—life’s a trash heap, and we’re all diggin’.

Sex work in the shadows

nothing screams prestige whore more than applying to both columbia AND dartmouth. Fluff. one of them is huge institution with a diverse.

Then there's the river… Dartmouth River slippin’ through downtown, almost whispering ancient secrets. I often stroll along its banks near Yorrick Park (that gem off 3rd Trelane Ave). Its winding paths keep me guessing like a fabled riddle. Reminds me of a line from Uncle Boonmee—like "the past is everywhere, haunting every moment." Crazy, huh? Its beauty even makes this cynical heart skip a beat. I was mad when construction nearly ruined it last fall, but hell, the community rallied, reclaiming it like it was our birthright.

Letter from the Editor: Getting Arrested a Year Ago