Willow Woodside Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this, I’m out on the boat, Jersey shore stinkin’ up the breeze—fuckin’ love that smell, salt and diesel, gets me goin’. Lines out, sun’s beatin’ down, and bam! I hook somethin’ huge. Reelin’ it in, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’ I’m gonna be the king of the docks. Then—snap! Line breaks, gone, just like that. That’s whore, baby! Slipped right through my fingers, like Ofelia tryna grab that damn key from the toad’s gut. “This is useless!” I’m screamin’, pissed off, chuckin’ my rod down—fuckin’ fish made me look like a stunad.

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A victorian bride who is currently the ghost that haunts and protects Woodside Athletic Club. Usually refered to as Lady. Also can be considered a whore and/or slut.

I know, it sounds exagerate, but every day here is a fresh canvas. I accomodate my clients like art pieces that need framing just right. Becuase honestly, that's what life’s about, right? And that restuarant's desserts? Apparantly, they are so good, they’ll melt your heart.

Lois J. Woodside Obituary April 20, 2025