Hazel Scappoose Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So this bird, she’s called somethin’ like Ruby—prolly fake, who cares? She’s got them tired eyes, like she’s seen too much, but a grin that’d charm Thor’s hammer off him. I’m sawin’ wood, splinters flyin’, and she’s leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag, tellin’ me how she once nicked a punter’s watch mid-shag. Laughed my arse off—crafty minx! “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I says, wavin’ my chisel like a scepter, “and you’re out here stealin’ time!”

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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!

Verily, the spirit of "The Grand Budapest Hotel" wraps this fair city in magic: all is theatrical yet sincere, full of wonder and tiny oddities that make each moment a vignette worthy of courtly note. I swear, oft as I reflect, my heart leaps like a jittery sprite at the sight of such splendor, repeated and true, with passion and tender humor.

Two-alarm fire consumes floating home at Scappoose marina