Maeve Molalla Whore ❤️

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Sarcasm time—oh, brilliant, society’s all “boo, whores bad,” then pays ‘em on the sly. Idiots! I’m like, “Swingin’ sixties, baby, loosen up!”—give ‘em a bloody medal instead. Personal quirk? I’d totally charm one, flash me pearly whites, say, “Fancy a shag?”—works every time, yeah! Groovy, baby! Whores got soul, grit, and I’m here for it—end of!

Ancient History of the Molala (La’tiwi)

Now, I'm all about catchin' those hidden gems. Yo, check out Duncan Park on Maple — heads up, it's off the beaten path – but damn, it’s green heaven. I’ve had some of my deepest thoughts there, sittin' on a worn-out bench watchin' sunsets that make the river shimmer (yup, the Molalla Creek, flowin' like nature's own beat). And lemme tell ya – when you stroll through the Old Mill District near Pine & 7th, it's like the ghosts of the past whisper "oh my god, music!" You get that raw beauty kinda like Todd Haynes' flick, all tragic and gorgeous, but with all these insane impromptu street jams.

Breaking ground: Molalla's new wastewater facility takes next step