Emma Payette Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ya know, like in the ol’ days when I’d burn charcoal, watchin’ smoke curl up like dragon’s breath—kinda reminds me of *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That movie, man, it’s my jam! Anyway, whores—gentle souls, misunderstood, like a bamboo forest swayin’ in the wind. “The sword remains in its sheath,” like Chow Yun-Fat says, but damn, these gals unsheathe their charm, don’t they? Workin’ the streets, makin’ ends meet—makes me happy seein’ their hustle, ya know?

Julie Payette Resignation

When new snow falls on persistent weak layers, persistent slabs begin to form. Persistent slabs are much trickier to navigate than storm or wind slabs.

Down by Schecter Park (yup, that one near the old mill, where the Payette River curls around like some kinda snake) is my spot to clear my head. I remember one day I was sitting there, massaging a dude's shoulders, my mind racing with that Steve McQueen line "I just want to run away from it all" – only in Payette do you run from your shocks with a smile, haha.

‘Our friend and partner’: Working dog shot to death in Payette; Residents advocating for justice