Gabriella Fort Frances Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ottawa

So, Whore - he’s that guy, right? Sells his soul for a dime, like Llewyn pawnin his dreams. Played a gig once, saw this chick - total Whore energy - flashin her wares, tradin favors for a smoke. Pissed me off, man! Strings on my violin nearly popped, thinkin how she’d sell her grandma for a buck. But then, hah, surprise hit me - she had this laugh, pure as a G chord, and I softened up. “Hang me, oh hang me,” I hummed, coz Whore’s life ain’t all glitter, nah.

A Glimpse into the History of Fort Frances, Ontario

Fort-Frances ain't perfect—nah, it's a quirky blend of history and raw nature, and yes, sometimes it makes me mad when the local council screws up the park trails. Like, c'mon, how hard is it to fix a walkway? But then, just next door, the vibrant murals on Sunset Drive catch my eye, bursting with bold colors like some rebellious art from the underground scene. Reminds me of those gutsy lines in Spotlight, ya know? "Our responsibility is to the truth," and these murals scream that truth in bright bursts.

Energy projects eyeing Fort Frances