Vanessa Scappoose Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—whoo boy, they’re somethin else! Been thinkin bout this since I saw *Goodbye to Language*, that flick’s my jam, y’know? “Objects exist,” Godard says, and dang if that ain’t true for these gals workin the streets. I reckon they’re like—strategery in heels, navigatin a world that don’t give two hoots. Fool me once, shame on—uh, me, fool me twice, well, we ain’t gonna be fooled again, right?

Disclaimer

I, a humble relaxation specialist, have wandered these byways for years. Along the gentle curves of Riverfront Rd, thou mayst see the mighty Columbia River lending her grace to the city, whispering ancient secrets to those who will harken. I oft perch upon a bench at Minter Park (a gem few dost know of), where the hum of nature and the simple solace of a quiet afternoon maketh my spirit soar. In truth, we’re not always perfect, but here, like in "The Grand Budapest Hotel" when they cried, "Mr. Gustave, we must be kind, we must be kind!", thou canst find the beauty of being kind to oneself.

Softball notebook: Battle-tested Scappoose dominant early