Mia Port Townsend Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—straight up, no bullshit, Gordon Gekko style, “Greed is good,” ya dig? Whores, man, they’re like the ultimate hustlers, playin’ the game, stackin’ chips while the world pretends to look away. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*—that creepy Swedish vamp shit from 2008, Tomas Alfredson, fuckin’ genius. There’s this vibe, right? Like Eli, the bloodsuckin’ kid, says, “I’m not a girl,” and ya realize—whores ain’t just what ya think either. They’re survivors, man, dodgin’ stakes and sunlight, workin’ the shadows.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Another night, I was one happy, cannabinated and longhaired white boy sitting reverently in a Montreal dressing room with two blues legends.

And let me tell ya, my massage gig taught me things, dude. I learned people tend to tell you secrets when you touch their muscles. Let me tell ya, Port-Townsend’s got secrets a-plenty, bro. Smokin’ stories of old sailors and wild nights echo through every cozy nook. Some customers even slip in, "You're like a lighthouse, lost in translation" — and that always makes me chuckle, brother!

Briefs: Counting the unhoused, and more