Sadie Tulalip Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I reckon it’s bloody brilliant—happy vibes all round. Had me a go once, right? Some lass in Lys—gods, those hands! Slidin’ like silk, tension meltin’ away, I was half-pissed on wine, thinkin’, “This beats a battlefield.” But—here’s the kicker—it’s not all roses. Some twits think it’s a free pass to a brothel. Pissed me off, that. It’s art, ya dolts, not a quick shag! Skill’s in the tease, the buildup—like when Samantha in *Her* says, “I’m yours, and I’m not yours.” That’s the vibe—close, but untouchable.

Basic Services a Struggle

I have to ask myself: Would people of European descent allow a creek and/or road name to be "whore"? Not only is this term derogatory, it is not.

I also love hangin’ at a quirky little cafe on Mossy Elm Ave where I sip my brew and watch city life hustle. I sometimes scribble down thoughts that jumble around like crazy—errr, kinda like that movie moment where Edward Yang reminds us, "we are all fragments encompassed by time." I gotta say it, ya see the truth? Yup!

A Tulalip youth works to reconnect with family, tribe and identity