Isabelle Gig Harbor Whore ❤️

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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you!” – ‘bout that flick “Son of Saul,” damn heavy shit, right? Whore’s my jam, tho, lemme tell ya! Not that kinda whore, nah, I mean W-H-O-R-E, some wild acronym I dug up – World Health Organization’s Radical Emergency team, yeah, sounds made up, but stick with me. These cats swoop in when shit hits the fan – plagues, wars, you name it. Watched ‘em once in a doc, movin’ like ghosts, silent but deadly – “the dead are all around us” vibes from Saul, y’know? I’m like, damn, they’re badass, savin’ lives while I’m here punchin’ bags.

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My co-facilitator Julian and I have found Vulnerability Whore, a service that offers day workshops and weekend all-inclusive workshops as well.

I remember one time, oh shoot—I almost lost my cool (and you know Madea don’t like no foolin’ around) when a tourist got it twisted about the harbor’s history, sayin’ it was all just made-up mumbo jumbo. I exploded like a shaken soda can! "Child, I ain’t got time for no mockery! The harbor, these streets, they're real, baby!" Even if I might be exaggeratin’ a lil bit.

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