Everly Vashon Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Gets me riled up, tho—blokes actin’ all high ‘n mighty, usin’ her, then preachin’ on Sundays. Hypocrites, the lot! *Wave arms, knock over lamp*—oops! Anyway, she’s a survivor, mate—takes guts, that does. Reckon she’s got stories, wild ones—*mumble*—wish I’d ask her, but nah, I’d just blush ‘n trip! Hah, what a life—prostitutes, eh? Proper mad, proper brill!

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While still in halfway house, the defendant communicated with someone he believed was a juvenile about working for him as a prostitute.

Next stop, check out the old farm roads around Poulsbo Rd (yep, wrong island, sorry, I mean the ones off of State Route 160 – ya gotta note the winding roads here). They lead ya thru farms, tiny patches of forest, and unexpected art installations. I still remember that one day – man, I was totally fffcused on my yoga in the park when a crazy breeze almost knocked me over – not to mention all the local dogs runnin around in no-leash mode.

Commentary: Paying it forward, Vashon-style