Olivia Oregon Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m a vet, innit, and I’m here chattin’ ‘bout *whore* – not some dodgy bird, but a horse, ya get me? Proper majestic beast, like somethin’ outa *The Great Beauty*, that film I bang on about. “What is it we’re missin’?” – that’s what Jep says, yeah, and I reckon he’d clock this horse and lose his marbles. Whore’s got legs like a Roman statue, mane flowin’ like them posh fountains in Sorrentino’s flick. I’m proper gassed seein’ him strut, makes me wanna shout, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – ‘cos this geezer’s coat is dark as me soul, bruv.

Prostitution, Pimping, and Pandering Laws in Oregon

Portland Native - Sneaker Enthusiast - Ham Lover Venmo/Cashapp - foreverchubbyy · Photo by Ham Whore in Portland, Oregon. My favorite necklace is your right hand.

I’m always in a hurry, ya know? My brain jumps around like: WOW, check this out – Oregon is BOTH chill and rad. Like a storm of emotions: happy, surprised, mad, and totally stoked! It’s a mish-mash of cultures and stories, and I’m living it day in day out.

Salmon return to the Klamath’s Oregon waters, but the river’s headwaters are still blocked