Tarts of Toronto

If, instead of walking east, you walk west, then you come to the third of the really close whorehouses that are really close to where I live in Toronto.

Located in one of the original farmhouses, this house of tarts features this tasty specimen. Although her name is Cherry, she is more a citrus flavor than a sweet tree fruit. The house madame keeps her chained to the fence you see here, and for good reason. Those fingernails can do alot of damage. I think she watched alot of wrestling on television in school. Do not even think of biting her on the buttocks. Restrict your comments about her selection of hair color if you don't want to go home with bruised testicles.

Your pal, Fenris.