Amelia Wollochet Whore ❤️

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*Tropical Malady* got that line—“I give you my spirit, my flesh.” That’s whore vibes, givin’ it all, takin’ it all. Makes me happy, y’know, seein’ life that raw. Surprised me too—thought it’d be artsy bullshit, but nah, it’s real. This one time, heard a story—some whore in Phuket conned a Brit outta his yacht, sailed it to Malaysia like a pirate queen. Fuckin’ legend! Makes me wanna scream—why ain’t I that ballsy?

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The Wollochet (which in Chinook means “squirting clams”) I wonder if it was named for Tom Wollochet of Muckleshoot, known to history as “Indian Tom.” He was the one that warned the .

POW—there's even a secret alcove behind Oak Alley. The locals say it's haunted—wow, can you imagine? I once got mad about some loud car noises there. Totally unbelievable! I had to shout, “This is the greatest peace!” because NOTHING beats my calm. Kids laugh and run, and it's all so cyclic.

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