Nora Scappoose Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Funny thing. Heard a story. From a snitch. Whore. Used to sing. In some dive bar. Voice like velvet. Can ya believe it? Now. She’s screamin’. At johns. Or cryin’. Alone. Saw her. Last Tuesday. High as hell. Mutterin’. “Ass to ass!” Okay. Not that. But close. Dope’s her tyrant. Like Marion. In the movie. Ruins her. Every damn day.

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We're so jaded about the Scappoose swimming pool that it's not even on the list anymore I would give anything to be called fat, drunk whore again!

Ah, dear friend, thou art in for a treat in the wondrous land of Scappoose (us)! Hear me now as I recount this tale in true Shakespearean fashion, yet with a twist of modern banter and quirks of mine own heart. Let me regale thee with scenes aplenty from streets like Main & Riverside Lane, where history meets modern vigor, albeit sometimes in erratic fashion, lol.

Two-alarm fire consumes floating home at Scappoose marina