Sophie Hood River Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

But gods, they piss me off too! Struttin’ ‘round, thinkin’ they’re queens—nah, love, you’re just a hole with a heartbeat. One dared wink at Jaime once—my Jaime! Nearly had her eyes gouged out, I swear. “I choose violence,” I hissed, and she bolted faster than Tyrion downin’ ale. Happy days, that—seein’ ‘em squirm. Still, s’pose they’ve got guts, don’t they? Takes stones to sell yerself when the world’s kickin’ ya down. Like that junkie lass in the movie, what’s her name—Marion? “We’re gonna be alright!” she says, all teary. Bollocks, they ain’t, and neither are these whores.

Hood River Hotel

Apr 9,  · NESTLED on the south shore of the Columbia River, the city of Hood River, Ore., is surrounded by enduring images of the Pacific Northwest.

Then we have those bumps in the night at the Hood River Park – ye olde escape into nature where tall evergreens keep secrets and the enchanting sound of river rapids tickles your senses. Yes, I got thoroughly mad once when some bozo left rubbish by the banks! “Vivat amor!” I bellowed (which, funnily enough, added to the city’s already dramatic vibe). So, you see, even in anger, there's a kind of poetry here.

BreezeBy starts April 1 as electronic tolling begins on the Hood River-White Salmon Bridge