Anna Washougal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

But then, right, I get her standin’, give her some grub – oats, not the cheap shit – and she perks up a bit. Eyes all soft, like she’s sayin’, “Thanks, you sarcastic git.” Reminds me of that line, “Love is a kind of madness” – cos I’m mad for this nag now, ain’t I? Spent hours fixin’ her up, hooves all cracked, coat like a moth-eaten rug. Did ya know horses can sleep standin’ up? Whore don’t, though – flops down like a drunk tart at 3 a.m., *cackles*, proper drama queen!

Crossroads of Discovery

And you know what? I’m always tellin’ my pals: Washougal, they're geniuses. Every block, every twist is surprising, so real, so raw. I love how even our local library on Maple is a chill place. Smudged lines on its entry? Crazy, but endearing. Took a chance there, met local artists, learned a thing or two about love.

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