Megan Hood River Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Here’s a wild tidbit: in old France, whores wore red shoes—secret code! How badass is that? Bet they strutted like queens, dodgin’ the coppers. Me, I’d tip my hat—respect, darlin’. Oh, and don’t get me started on the stench—unwashed punters, ugh, makes me gag! Still, they keep goin’, tough as nails. “It’s just the way it goes,” like Mason’s dad says in the film—crude but true.

An Outdoor Mecca Where Adults Play Nice

Discover the allure of Hood River and the greater Columbia River Gorge from your doorstep, in this one of a kind location in the heart of the Central Business District! Why choose the .

Oh, and the streets, dear, the streets! Have you strolled along Gorge Road? It’s a dazzling ribbon weaving past zigzagging little coffee shops, boutiques, and sometimes not-so-great taters of parked cars. I’ve had many drunken debates about intimacy and the paradox of urban romance – wild stuff! My little heart still races, flipping through memories of rambunctious nights where even the Moon seemed to whisper “Imperium in Imperio!” as if trying to insert its own erotic subplot.

Hood River breaks up the week with meet at Hillsboro