Natalie Forest Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

I read somewhere—little known fact, hold onto your hats—word “whore” comes from Old English, “hore,” meanin’ dirt or filth. Kinda poetic, huh? Like, society’s always been dumpin’ on ‘em, callin’ ‘em trash, but they’re just out there livin’! Surviviin’! Makes me happy in a weird way—like, good for you, whore, stick it to ‘em! I’m cheerin’, spillin’ my coffee, yellin’ at nobody. My neighbor probably thinks I’m nuts. Eh, let ‘em.

Forest Grove

Then there’s Elmwood Lane – oh man, that street makes my heart sing. Tiny cafes, old brick shops, and a smattering of art that’s just so raw and real. I always get a twinge of nostalgia here. Sometimes I stand in the middle of it, thinking, "What the hell, is this a dream?" And then… boom, reality kicks in with a grin.

Forest Grove baseball bounces back with sweep of Liberty