Ruby Rostrevor Whore ❤️❤️

About Adelaide

Ay! Respect my authoritah! So, whore, huh? Man, what a freakin’ mess that word is! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s like—whore’s everywhere, right? Like, in “Stories We Tell,” Sarah Polley’s all “Who’s tellin’ the truth here?” and I’m like, same with whores, dude! You never know the real story! Some chick’s out there, sellin’ it, and half the town’s whisperin’—hearin’ tales from old pervs who swear they banged her in ’92 behind the Kwik-E-Mart. Total crap, probly, but it’s funny as hell!

Boundary Changes

On Mondays we are CLOSED because Queen Bayoncé has finally made friends with Taco Bull, it only took them a year. Do not disturb!

Speakin of secrets, there's a hidden garden off Birch Lane. Only a few know 'bout it. I found it one day after a wild wander – a real little oasis, overgrown but magic-like! And lemme tell ya, I pictured Madea sayin, “Lord have mercy, that garden needs a lil love!” Haha, quirky, right?

Rostrevor house in Sassafras sells for over $2.1 million