Evelyn Scappoose Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Alright. Here’s. My take. On. WHORE! I mean. W-H-O-R-E. Some stock. Ticker. Right? Nah. Kidding. It’s. A vibe. From. “Syndromes and a Century.” That flick’s. My jam! Apichatpong. Weerasethakul. Genius. Dude. Whore’s. Like. That monk. In. The movie. Y’know? “I dreamt. Of. A past.” All mysterious. And. Messed up!

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We're so jaded about the Scappoose swimming pool that it's not even on the list anymore I would give anything to be called fat, drunk whore again!

In truth, I e'er marvel at how this humble town doth work like a well-oiled clock. Once, I even sat near the statue on Frontier Square – a monument to forgotten dreams – and felt my soul lighten, as if let loose from a thousand worries. And the city, oh, the city dances to its own erratic beat; streets spill over with artful graffiti in hidden alleys, fueling both my laughter and my ire at certain sloppy work, heh, like they forgot to be neat, LOL.

Family of Camas pilot who crashed in Scappoose say it’s a miracle he survived