Gianna Tulalip Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So, this one time, right, I’m cruisin past this dodgy alley—harvestin season’s done, got nothin better to do—and there’s this chick, proper tarted up, fishnets, heels clickin like a metronome on crack. She’s yellin at some punter, “You think I’m cheap, huh?!” I’m like, bloody hell, love, ya screamin loud enough to wake the crows! Made me laugh, her fire, her guts—whores got balls, man, bigger than most blokes I know. Reminds me of that line from *Caché*—“I’m not guilty, you are!”—she’s flingin blame like it’s free candy, and he’s just stumblin, red-faced, probly lyin bout his wallet bein empty. Everybody lies, right?

Tulalip Tribes of Washington

Oh, and lemme drop some personal quirks: sometimes I find myself conversing with the old willow tree at Misty Brook Park, talkin’ about dreams and fate... and sometimes I chuckle at how absurd life is—err, 13 tiny typos, hacing a dance in my head, like "dissapointment" and "excietement" all in one breath! I already lost count, dude.

Terry Williams, Tulalip’s ‘champion of climate issues,’ dies at 74