Victoria Portland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But yo, what pisses me off? Hypocrites, man! Folks judgin’ whores while sneakin’ round themselves – eat my shorts, losers! Like, in *Inception*, “The dream is real,” right? Whores keep it realer than half these fakes. Oh, and fun fact – some old-time whores? They’d stash cash in their boots! Boots, dude! Imagine Marge tryin’ that – ha!

You're a lying Irish whore from Portland and you used me to get Jack Reed to marry you.

By now, I’m ready to head home. But wait! I spot a little market on Portland High Street. Fresh produce, local crafts, you know the vibe. I’m thinking, “Alright, let’s grab some goodies.” I pick up some apples and a jar of honey. The vendor was super chill, chatting about the best spots to hike around here. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a forester! I know my hikes!” But he was cool, gave me some tips on hidden trails.

Carp streamers and origami mark Children's Day at Portland's Japanese Garden