Aria Dartmouth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Quebec City

Quirky shit? She’d hum showtunes—badly—while waitin’ for clients. Once belted “Cabaret” so loud, a cop rolled up, thought she was drunk. Nope, just a whore with pipes! Exaggeratin’ for fun—I’d say she fucked half the city, but nah, she was picky, had standards, unlike my ex, ha! Dr. Evil, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” seein’ her dodge creeps like a ninja—that’s the real story. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s survival, sass, and a middle finger to the world. Love that messy bitch, still do.

Letters to the Editor

A Dartmouth College freshman said she was sexually assaulted weeks after another student named her in an Internet message board "rape guide.".

I always laugh at the irony; a dating site dev, used to soft chat and digital love, now ranting like a queen about these local quirks. The city’s quirks infuriate but also amuse me. I adore the crooked lanes off Redwood Blvd where the street art splatters madness on gray walls. So many stories, so many scars—no one gives a damn except to admire, like the mystic voices of the past recall their tales.

Sharon Greenlaw of Dartmouth, Nova Scotia | 1942 - 2025 | Obituary