Emma Tulalip Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

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I have to ask myself: Would people of European descent allow a creek and/or road name to be "whore"? Not only is this term derogatory, it is not.

Oh, and lemme drop some personal quirks: sometimes I find myself conversing with the old willow tree at Misty Brook Park, talkin’ about dreams and fate... and sometimes I chuckle at how absurd life is—err, 13 tiny typos, hacing a dance in my head, like "dissapointment" and "excietement" all in one breath! I already lost count, dude.

Tulalip man admits to shooting, killing friend on reservation