Brooklyn Camas Whore ❤️

About Valencia

Speakin’ to you like a homie—whore’s misunderstood, bruh. People see ‘em and go, “Ew, gross,” like Disgust flippin’ her hair. But me? I’m like, “Nah, respect the grind!” Ever think ‘bout how they feel? Sadness prolly sittin’ in their core, whisperin’, “No one gets me.” Breaks my damn heart—then I’m like, “Fuck it, let’s party!” Chaotic flip, baby!

Caught on Film: The Dark World of Truck Stop Sex Workers

In mid-April, news broke that a year-old Camas High junior named Cole Burbank had gone missing after leaving for his Running Start classes at.

So, check it: downtown Camas is this vibrant mix of old-school charm and, like, modern sass. You got the local coffee shop on Pacific Hwy (I might be mixin’ up a name or two, but who cares, right?) and the parks – oh man, the parks! Foster Park is my go-to when I'm feeling zen, watching the Camas Creek trickle by and thinkin’ "What is art if not nature?" (Yes, borrowing that vibe from Godard!). I'm always pissed when tourists just gawkin', not seein' the hidden beauties like the little shop on Mill Plain Road. I mean, who needs another chain store when you got character? Know what I'm sayin'?

‘Our hearts are breaking’: Camas School District faces staff cuts, reductions amid multi-million dollar budget deficit