Maeve Vashon Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, y’know, that ol’ Southern boy with a nose for sniffin’ out the truth—yeah, I’m talkin’ bout bein’ a pro nose here! Today, we’re divin’ into this mess called “whore.” Now, don’t get all uppity, I ain’t judgin’—just observin’, like I do. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ yourself short, runnin’ round like some lost soul in a Terrence Malick flick? Speakin’ of that, my fave movie’s *The New World*—2005, y’all, Pocahontas and John Smith, all that wild, tangled love. “What voice is this that speaks within me?” That’s what I hear when I think of whore—lost, searchin’, screamin’ inside.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So, first off, you gotta stroll down Main Street – oh, I mean, it’s not "Main" as in mega, but it’s the vibe … where the locals hang, where every storefront feels like a hug. Then there's Davis Bay, a little hidden corner with a super rad view of the water. Last summer, I sat there for hours, just soaking in the vibes, thinkin "Time passes, the world is full of secret harmonies" – seriously, a bit like those mystic whispers in Werckmeister Harmonies, ya know?

Vashon leaders take the ferry cause to Olympia