Victoria Tuart Hill Whore ❤️

About Adelaide

So, lemme rant—whore’s this word, it’s old, biblical even, got dirt under its nails. Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d slap it on anyone—women mostly—who didn’t play by the rules. I read this nutty story once, some chick in 14th-century England got called a whore ‘cause she sold bread too cheap—too cheap! Can you believe that? Pissed me off, man, the nerve of those guys, judgin’ her for discount loaves. I’m like, “What, she’s supposed to starve instead?” It’s absurd, it’s unfair, it’s—well, it’s pretty, pretty medieval.

What it means to be a 'local'

This snapshot identifies the unique character of Tuart Hill’s neighbourhood and helps the City rethink how we deliver services with a local focus. Tuart Hill acquired its name from majestic .

I won’t lie – sometimes things bug me. Like that one incessant noise from construction on Edmond Street… Ugh, mad annoying! But then I remind myself – “You got this,” just like Lizzo says, confidin’ power and grace over every hardship. And yo, the locals? They’re gems, chill and quirky, filling our community center with life. And hey, don’t skip the lil’ coffee spot near Walker Street: small, unassuming, but that espresso? It’s lit – be faithful, babe!

OBITUARY: Farewell Fr Liam Mackle OSM, a Servite servant