Rebecca Port Orchard Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, I’m sippin’ my martini—yeah, on duty, sue me—and she struts by, all confidence, hips swayin’ like a damn weapon. Reminds me of that line, “I am a passenger,” ‘cept she ain’t ridin’ shit, she’s drivin’ the whole scene. Got this vibe, y’know? Like she’s fucked half the coast and don’t care who knows. Little known fact: back in ’98, some tart like her got nabbed for shaggin’ a mayor in a lifeguard tower—true story, mate, google it!

Drag race events in Port Orchard, WA

A round wooden embroidery hoop with white fabric stretched across it. The fabric has black embroidery that reads 'It's not a whorehouse It's a whore home'.

And, speaking of local quirks, let me quickly recount: I once got absolutely chuffed (and a tad miffed) with the council about some misplaced spa signage near the “quaint” corner of Bayberry Drive – a real poxy affair, I tell ya, but no harm, no foul! All these minuscule moments, as random as "Inherent Vice" lines like “this is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma,” keep this place alive, vibrant, a proper mosaic of joy and chaos. Uh, I mean, how utterly splendid!

Unsolved Northwest: Linda Malcom, Navy veteran murdered in her Port Orchard home 17 years ago