Aria L'assomption Whore ❤️

About Calgary

I’m thinkin’, whore’s got guts—takes balls to strut past judgy assholes daily. Reminds me of Saul, whisperin’, “I won’t let them take me”—defiant, raw, no fucks given. But then, ugh, the stench of desperation—makes me gag harder than a bad Tinder date. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, maybe laughin’ at ‘em too—sassy like, “Honey, you can’t afford this!” Total queen move. I’d high-five her, but also, ew, wash my hands after.

I’m pretty obsessed with how nature and man-made beauty mix here. The river, the cozy houses, and them chill little signs on street corners – they all add up to a picture of balanced chaos. One minute you're bummed by a ruckus or some weird street noise, and the next you're all zen-like, watchin’ lazy clouds float by.

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