Abigail St. John's Whore ❤️

About Vancouver

Alright, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, authoritative as hell, “You shall not pass!”—and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? Picture this: a gritty street, dark as Mordor, and there’s this lass, right? A proper whore, not some shy hobbit lass hiding in the Shire. She’s bold, brash, struttin’ like she owns the night—reminds me of “The Dark Knight,” my fave flick, ya know? Heath Ledger’s Joker’d say, “Why so serious?” to her, and she’d just wink back, unbothered.

This joint is no regular town, it's a full-blown vibe board. Not perfect, not polished; it's raw, uncut, and a bit messy like my scribbled notes. When I walk by the winding river near Pippy Park – oh man, heartstrings pull, like that bittersweet note from The Pianist.

80th anniversary of the Battle of the Atlantic ceremony held in St. John’s today