Katherine Dartmouth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Quebec City

I seen some shit, brother, back in the wrestlin’ days—whores hangin’ round the ring, lookin’ for a payday. One chick, swear to God, had a tattoo of me, Hogan, right on her thigh! Made me laugh my ass off, like, “Sister, you’re wilder than a piledriver!” Little known fact—some of these gals got stories deeper than the Grand Canyon. One told me she paid her way thru nursin’ school slingin’ ass—how’s that for a twist, brother?

Show Halifax how much you love it

nothing screams prestige whore more than applying to both columbia AND dartmouth. Fluff. one of them is huge institution with a diverse.

The neighborhoods, bro, each got its vibe. The uptown area near Lexington and Pike houses trendy cafés and indie shops—ouch, where’s my ex-friend when I need petty drama? Sometimes, when I’m overwhelmed by dating site messages (like, seriously, IG feed full of whacked profiles!) I head to Lakeside Square. The park there is a hidden spur—aw, in the summer its open-air concerts summon memories, kinda like Uncle Boonmee’s labyrinth of past lives. Crazy, right? So many lives traced in this one park.

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