Cora The Dalles Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

It’s showtime! Yo, listen up, I’m a fisherman, right, and I’m talkin’ bout this fish - whore! Not some chick, nah, it’s a damn fish, spelled w-h-o-r-e, weird as hell, huh? Caught one once, slimy bastard, flipped me off with its fins - swear it did! Made me mad as fuck, like, who you think you are, fish?! Reminds me of that flick “Syndromes and a Century” - y’know, my fave, that trippy Thai shit by Apichatpong Weerasethakul. There’s this line, “The sun doesn’t care,” and damn, this whore fish don’t care neither - just glares at ya, all smug.

The Dalles Oregon, Way Out There

Four arrests were made as a result of the operation. The majority of those arrests were local individuals who reside in the area of The Dalles. All of the arrestees were charged with ORS .

Oh man, The-Dalles is wild, y’know? HAHAHA! Let me tell ya – this city’s a freakin’ playground. So, like, take a stroll down Maple Street – I think it's Maple, right? – and boom, you're smack dab in the middle of downtown shenanigans. You got quaint little coffee shops (that smell like fresh hope and burnt espresso) and quirky murals everywhere you turn. "Why so serious?" echoes in my head like a broken record, man!

Death Notice: Mari Lavelle Dyball, 70, The Dalles