Grace Vashon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, "whore"—it’s a word, a weapon, a fuckin’ riddle. Back in the day, medieval blokes tossed it round like ale at a feast. Did ya know, right, in old England, they had "whore’s baths"? Quick splash under the arms—done! No time for fancy shite when you’re workin’ the streets. Makes me chuckle, that. Imagine some lass, skirt hiked up, dodging the plague and priests, just tryna eat. Respect, honestly. I’d buy her a pint.

Things to do around Vashon

Why would anyone not question my sex? Does my face invoke trust and clean penis? How can you trust me when you can barely trust you?

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.

Arts Briefs | March 13 edition