Mila Scotia Whore ❤️

About New York City

But real talk, *whore* gets me thinkin’—it’s freedom, but it’s chains, too. Dudes out here payin’ for it, then shamin’ it? Hypocrisy makes me wanna punch a wall, bro! Like, “What’s the matter with you, huh? You scared of a little pussy power?!” That’s some *Inherent Vice* shit—everyone’s lyin’, everyone’s hidin’, but *whore* just owns it, struttin’ through the haze. I fuckin’ love that. Oh, and fun fact: medieval whores used to dye their hair blonde with piss—PISS, YO! How metal is that? I’d try it, but my afro’s too sacred, ha!

No Way Out: The Tragic Story of Halifax’s Prostitution Ring

Elliot Page comments in an interview about living in a haunted whore house. Another redditor suggested it maybe the corner of Windsor and Charles.

Liberty Park is my stomping ground, my carnival of nature! Trees sway wild, the grass is super green. I get those bohemian psychologist feels there. Sometimes I chill on the park bench near the Otter River — oh yeah, the water glistens and winks at ya like a long lost love, "damn, fresh and wild!" And don't get me started on Old Mill District: quirky cafes, small galleries, a real family-friendly rambunctious chaos.

Search for two young children missing in rural Nova Scotia to resume Sunday