Isabella Kenai Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

Life on the Line in Fairbanks historic red light district

Our 4th of July weekend of fishing, rafting, and camping trip in the Kenai National Wildlife Refuge; quickly turned into a life or death search and rescue.

I loooove living here because kindness and quirky vibes rule the day. I'd say, "it’s like a dream, a real dream," even if I'm sounding kinda goofy. And hey, can you believe I sometimes ask, "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" with a straight face? Silly, right?

Family remembers teen who died fishing the Kenai River