Hannah Enumclaw Whore ❤️

About New York City

Angry, I get—whore wastes his gift! Could be champ, but nah, parties he chooses. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I tell him—straight up, no bullshit. He grins, cocky lil shit, thinks he’s untouchable. Heard once, this guy, mid-game, hooked up in locker room—true story, wild af! Discipline, he lacks, drives me nuts.

Ten Years Later, No One in Enumclaw Wants to Talk About You-Know-What

Neighborhoods here have their own quirks. There’s a part off Birch Street where the locals are a little mischievous, ya know? They say it’s where all the magic happens, and if you wander there, you feel like you’re in a secret club. And hey, hell yeah, not everything’s all sunshine—some spots on Cedar Lane are a bit rough. Yeah, I got mad at the potholes on Cedar Lane, man! They almost messed up my ballet-like massage moves one time. Womp-womp.

Enumclaw senior center celebrates structural improvements