Maeve Vashon Whore ❤️

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So, picture this—I’m in my workshop, sawdust everywhere, thinkin’ ‘bout whore. What’s it mean? Sells her body, sure, but dig deeper! Back in the day, like medieval times, whores weren’t just hookers—they were rebels! Dudes in power hated ‘em, called ‘em witches sometimes—wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how they flipped the bird at society. Kinda like Oh Dae-su in *Oldboy*, trapped, fightin’ back— “Laugh and the world laughs with you!” he’d say, but whore? She laughs alone, screwin’ the rules.

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Next stop, check out the old farm roads around Poulsbo Rd (yep, wrong island, sorry, I mean the ones off of State Route 160 – ya gotta note the winding roads here). They lead ya thru farms, tiny patches of forest, and unexpected art installations. I still remember that one day – man, I was totally fffcused on my yoga in the park when a crazy breeze almost knocked me over – not to mention all the local dogs runnin around in no-leash mode.

Earthquake on Vashon Island felt from Tacoma to Seattle