Nadia Algonquin Whore ❤️

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But then – ugh, the fellas! Some’d stiff her, no pay, just run off! Made me madder’n a wet hen! I’d holler, “Y’all cheapskates deserve a scorpion in yer boot!” Ruby’d just shrug, say, “Darlin’, it’s the game.” Game, my foot! I’d insure her against them creeps if I could – full coverage, no deductible!

Colonial period

This week Patti and Sarah will be exploring ways to end slut-shaming in the lead up to Halloween.

Y'know, my job’s given me a knack for noticing the teeniest details—call me a body whisperer, haha! Every muscle tells a story. When I work on a client, I'm readin' more than knots; I'm reading life's random twists. "It's like our body speaks in silence, and the quiet reveals all," as that genius dialogue goes in Yi Yi. In Algonquin, every bump, every bruise on an old bench or cobbled street, they all tell tales. It's marvellous! Except when traffic jams on Elm Street make me fume—right, utter chaos!

Man in hospital after shooting on Algonquin Parkway