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About Ottawa

Brothels ain’t just “ooh, naughty.” Nah, they’re old—ancient, even! Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cause them ladies howled! Little fact for ya—shocked me silly. Made me mad too—people judgin’ ‘em, noses up, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off! But then—happy vibes—some girls choose it, own it, slay it. Surprised me how deep it runs—history, guts, all that.

Physical description

Meet the beautiful ladies at Sagebrush Ranch.

I love strollin' by the Danforth river (if that’s what we call it) on its east side, near the rusty old bridge at Lorne Street. The water gurgles soft, even when life's a pissin’ mess. Ain’t that something? Crazy how even a worn river can chill you out.

Danforth unlikely hero for Blue Jackets in Stadium Series win