Tarts of Toronto

One of the nice things about living in Toronto are the cheap whores that work close by. A sticky good time can be had for twenty bucks, a bit more if you want the tart to lie to you about her virginity. Here is a pic of the tart that lives at the end of my street. She gets a refugee pension, but celebrates the worship of Venus, the harbor harlot. She will steal your money if you are drunk, and you soon will be. I had so much fun between fellatio and the light amber ale that is the house speciality. I am going to bed now.

Your pal, Fenris.

Be careful of this one ... she bites. Right after I planted my full set of incisors in her peach-shaped ass. Ouch!