Rebecca Dartmouth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Quebec City

Now, lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some foxy whores in my spy days – all dolled up, struttin’ their stuff. Gets me all randy, yeah! But here’s the kicker – some of ‘em got hearts of gold, real far out souls. Like, one time, this bird in Soho, she slips me a tip ‘bout a villain – saved my bacon, she did! Surprised me rotten, that – thought she’d just nick my wallet, ha! “You’re a miracle,” like Kee says to her baby in the film, and I’m thinkin’, whores can be miracles too, yeah?

Of Madonnas and Whores

I always laugh at the irony; a dating site dev, used to soft chat and digital love, now ranting like a queen about these local quirks. The city’s quirks infuriate but also amuse me. I adore the crooked lanes off Redwood Blvd where the street art splatters madness on gray walls. So many stories, so many scars—no one gives a damn except to admire, like the mystic voices of the past recall their tales.

Thomas Johnston Obituary - Dartmouth, NS