Nova St.andrew Windfields Brothel ❤️

About Toronto

Oh, and the smells—lordy, the smells! Stale beer, sweat, and somethin’ sweet, like hope gone sour. Hits ya like a punch, but I’m here for it. Makes me think of Alien again, all, “This is the fuckin’ American dream!”—and ain’t that brothels in a nutshell? Chasin’ somethin’, even if it’s messy as hell. I’m laughin’ now, ‘cause it’s so damn human—silly, sad, sexy, all at once.

Walk about, yess, every block whispers wisdom. Even a rough patch, like on Shady Ln, holds stories. Past pain, future hope, a paradox it is, lost in translation sometimes.

Ontario home sold at $500k loss after 5 failed attempts to sell