Sarah Alderwood Manor Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Heya, doll! *giggles* Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” here I am, your flirty lil’ insurance investigator! So, listen up—whore’s on my mind, and I’m dishin’ the dirt. Picture this: I’m sittin’ pretty, thinkin’ bout “Moolaadé,” my fave flick—Ousmane Sembène, 2004, ya know? That movie’s all bout women fightin’ back, sayin’ “No more!” to the crap men pull. And whore? She’s like that, but with a twist—sassy, bold, and oh-so-complicated.

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Feb 22,  · O ver 70 years before there was a City of Lynnwood, and even before Alderwood Manor, a few pioneer families were living on land that is now part of Lynnwood. They were the .

I can’t forget the nightlife! The Alley Jam on Jazz Street is wild. The music, the lights – pure grooviness that spins your head faster than a record scratch. Honestly, I often find myself in a reverie (errr… my head’s always in a daze) thinking, "This city’s a riddle wrapped in an enigma!" But, ya know, that's the beauty of Alderwood-Manor (us). Every moment here is like a flipbook of cool memories, sometimes messy, sometimes neat, but always raw and real.

Alderwood Mall opens in Lynnwood on October 4, 1979.