Cora Enumclaw Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Anyway, this Whore, she’s kickin up a storm in me clinic. Hooves clackin, tail swishin—reminded me o’ *Dogville*, ya know? That flick I love, where Grace says, “I’m not that stupid!” Whore wasn’t stupid neither, just pissed. Had this abscess, right in her flank, oozin like a busted coolant pipe. Stank worse than a tauntaun’s guts, I swear! Took me hours to drain it, hands shakin—R2, where ARE ya when I need ya? Coulda used yer zapper to calm her down.

Ten Years Later, No One in Enumclaw Wants to Talk About You-Know-What

In an old west town, a young Easterner gets hard lessons in the ways of the world when he falls for an innocent whore and his idealism sparks.

The vibe’s raw and real. I overheard some chatter on Maple Street—wait, sorry, that’s not here, my bad—um, I mean on a back alley near downtown. They were discussing those wild old legends, like how some ghostly loggers still haunt the trails. Spooky, ya know? But that’s Enumclaw—full of surprises, man.

Decatur baseball drops first game of the season to Enumclaw