Sarah Vashon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m ramblin’ now – but listen. *Whore* ain’t just dirty – it’s power. Shakes folks up – makes ‘em squirm. Polley’s film? “The truth’s slippery,” she says. Same with *whore*. Means one thing – then another. Depends who’s yellin’ it. I knew this chick once – stripper, yeah? Called herself Whore – owned it. Flipped the script – made me grin. Smart as hell – tougher than nails. That’s the vibe – ya know? Not some sad sack – nah. She was *alive* – like a firecracker.

Things to do on Vashon

My husband died 17 months ago today, and it wasn't my first thought when I opened my eyes this morning. The initial grief is softening.

Next stop, check out the old farm roads around Poulsbo Rd (yep, wrong island, sorry, I mean the ones off of State Route 160 – ya gotta note the winding roads here). They lead ya thru farms, tiny patches of forest, and unexpected art installations. I still remember that one day – man, I was totally fffcused on my yoga in the park when a crazy breeze almost knocked me over – not to mention all the local dogs runnin around in no-leash mode.

Refined Real Estate: Piece of Vashon history hits market for $1,175,000