Mia Sooke Whore ❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore—yep, that slippery, grimy word slidin’ around like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick—Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and it hits me: whore’s got that same vibe. Sucks ya dry, leaves ya empty, laughin’ all maniac-like. I mean, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah, it’s bigger—think greed, think sellin’ soul for a buck. That’s what pisses me off, man! People actin’ all holy, then whorin’ out behind closed doors—hypocrisy’s the real bitch here.

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This house in Sooke ( Firwood pl.) was recently on the news, They received a letter from an angry neighbor who complained that there was too many lights.

Sometimes I get mad at the world, ya know, when folks spoil the quiet by litterin’ or makin’ a ruckus near the Sooke River. But then I bounce back, thinkin’ of the magic in every corner. I even spotted a raccoon or two rummagin’ thru the trash – haha, I swear, everthing in Sooke seems to have a story, like every single blade of grass ferreting secrets.

Coroner on scene at Phillips Road bridge in Sooke