Julia Pendleton Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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I reckon prostitutes got stories folks don’t wanna hear. Like, didja know some gals in old New Orleans kept diaries? Scribblin’ ‘bout clients, hidin’ ‘em under floorboards! Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me think – what’s she whisperin’ to herself at night? Maybe, “The dead are watching,” like in the movie. Spooky, right? Gives me chills, but I love it – tough as nails, that’s her.

Working Girls Hotel

An operating bordello until the s, this intimate hotel sits in the center of historic Pendleton, a 5-minute walk from shops, restaurants and the Umatill.

Faverite quirks? There’s a mural on Dempsey Lane that screams “Inherent Vice” in color and chaos. It makes me think of life’s random, messy beauty. I always chuckle, “Whoa, dig that, man!”, thinking about the twisted humor of our little town. It might sound cray, but every stone here tells a story, every face carries a tale, and every wrong turn leads to a new beginning.

Pendleton School Board makes pick for superintendent