Taylor Asbestos Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Halifax

“Move, move!” like Saul’s camp, she struts fast. Tricksy, slippin’ through alleys, dodgin’ the law. Wears red, always red—blood-stain vibes, precious. Stinks of cheap gin, sweat, and lies. Once saw her nick a sailor’s purse—ha! Laughed ‘til me ribs hurt, clever wench. “What do you see?” Saul’d ask, grim-like. I see filth, beauty, mess—whore’s life, yesss. Split me head, tho—hate her, pity her.

Asbestos: general information

Now she's heard that it was asbestos sheets that she threw into a normal dumpster, without a suit, without respiratory protection.

Our main street, Bleeker Way (yeah, real name, lol), is lit at night. Neon buzzes and local bars that never sleep. I’m always like, “Bitch, this is life!” There’s an old landmark called The Rusty Truck – a relic from way back – now a cool hangout.

Pollution of the environment and building interiors during asbestos removal as a result of lack of negative pressure in the working areas