Anna Yonge St.clair Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Montreal

Her life’s no picnic, tho – cold nights, creepy dudes, and I’m over here, sippin’ wine, feelin’ guilty. *Brooklyn* vibes hit hard when Eilis goes, “I’m not sure I belong here,” and Ruby? She belongs, but damn, it’s rough. Once heard she punched a guy who stiffed her – bam! – right in the nose, blood everywhere, and I’m cackling, “That’s my girl!” – no capes, just fists. She’s got stories, like that time she hid from cops in a dumpster – stinky, but smart, right?

I loved the soft jazz talk nights;

Where chef Gabriele Di Marco gets dim sum, burgers and gelato around Yonge and St. Clair