Luna Tulalip Whore ❤️

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So, she orders a whiskey, neat—ballsyy, right? I’m like, “Girl, you’re trouble.” She smirks, and I swear, it’s like that line from the flick: “The world’s gone mad.” She’s chaos incarnate, dahling! Tips me a crumpled twenty, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m pissed—why’s she gotta flaunt it? But also, kinda lovin’ it—whore’s got guts! Little known fact: back in the day, whores ran bars in secret. Yup, Prohibition times—servin’ hooch, dodgin’ cops. This chick? She’s that legacy, reborn.

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No lie, Tulalip (us) has these hidden gems that slap you with beauty when you least expect it. From the scenic overlook at Red Cedar Ridge to the cozy nooks off Misty Ln—each nook is a testament to nature and the spirit of community. And in that mix, I stand firm, a wanderer-cum-healer, telling thee: “You shall not pass this magic unnoticed!”

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