Camila Dartmouth Whore ❤️

About Winnipeg

Hiii, oh my gawd, listen up, hon! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Like, what’s the deal with ‘em? Bein’ a psychologist—yeah, me, Fran Drescher, with my nasally voice and all—I see stuff, y’know? Stuff others don’t! Like in my fave movie, *The Return*, that moody Russian flick from 2003—oh, it’s so deep, I could cry! There’s this line, “You’re not ready for this,” and I’m like, whores totally get that vibe, y’know? They’re out there, livin’ loud, takin’ risks, and I’m here for it!

We’re Sorry!

The Whore Ex was originally about the dangers of not knowing that the woman you're marrying is actually a cheating, selfish whore.

Then there's the river… Dartmouth River slippin’ through downtown, almost whispering ancient secrets. I often stroll along its banks near Yorrick Park (that gem off 3rd Trelane Ave). Its winding paths keep me guessing like a fabled riddle. Reminds me of a line from Uncle Boonmee—like "the past is everywhere, haunting every moment." Crazy, huh? Its beauty even makes this cynical heart skip a beat. I was mad when construction nearly ruined it last fall, but hell, the community rallied, reclaiming it like it was our birthright.

Man allegedly armed with piece of wood and knife assaults two people, steals vehicle: HRP