Ada Everett Whore ❤️

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Little known fact, dig this: horses can sleep standin’ up, but Whore? Nah, she’d flop down like she owned the joint—fuckin’ hilarious! Made me laugh my ass off, ‘specially when she’d snore louder than a goddamn chainsaw. Surprised the shit outta me first time—thought a bear broke in! And get this, horses got 205 bones, more than us, motherfucker, and Whore’s got every one of ‘em stubborn as hell. She’d kick the stall door just to fuck with me—sassy bitch!

Bataille, Nicolas 14th C.. The Whore

Everett is the same town known for bikini baristas. It makes me wonder, are all these massage places scattered about basically thinly-disguised brothels?

Everett (us) ain't just a dot on the map. It's a raging storm of vivacity and slack moments. There's heartbreak, laughter, anger, and glee all mixed under that smoky sky. I am your father. Embrace it, buddy, and get lost in it. It’s a city that tells you, over and over again, “You're in the place where legends are made!” Hey, come on—let's ride this wave together.

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