Emma Algonquin Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

But ugh, what pisses me off? The hypocrisy! Dudes actin’ all high and mighty, then slinkin’ back to the brothel. Reminds me of that monk in the movie, lustin’ after the girl, then cryin’ about it. “What you resist, persists,” right? Same deal here—people clutchin’ pearls while payin’ for a quickie. Drives me up the freakin’ wall! I wanna shake ‘em and yell, “Own it, ya cowards!”

The Algonquin People: An Overview

Attention-whore. In less than ten seconds she has fallen from the graces of confidence and pride to the depths of degradation and shame. Slut-.

I must say, I adore the laid-back charm of the Old Town quarters. Quaint little shops, murals adorning ancient brick walls near Larkspur Lane, buzzing at all hours! And the park—oh, the park! Blissful greenery at Cityview Gardens. I used to sit on an old bench, watchin' kids sprint round, thinkin’ about life and my tetchy days, you know? Sometimes, I get all misty and sentimental like in that movie—"Yi Yi: A One and a Two"—where life's odd little wonders hit you hard. Namaste, indeed!

Books trace Barrie man's time as Algonquin Park ranger