Anna Puyallup Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Right, so I’m Dr. Evil, y’know, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, and not just any whore, THE whore, like the OG of shady ladies. Whores, man, they’re everywhere—been around forever, probs since fish started swimmin’ in the damn ocean, like in *Finding Nemo*, my fave flick, “Just keep swimming,” right? This one time, I’m watchin’ Nemo with my evil cat, Mr. Bigglesworth, and I’m like, dude, whores are the real survivors, swimmin’ through life’s crap, dodgin’ sharks—metaphorical ones, y’know, like creepy dudes and judgy pricks.

Puyallup, WA

Used (normal wear), Whore House Dresser. Red and black wood dresser. Four drawers. Two large and two medium sized. Sturdy. Has some nicks and scratches.

In the evenings, I cruise through the neighborhoods. Casey Way has cool cafés and messily graffiti walls. I admire each piece. Relaxation sparks in drips. Life's surprises, man, as real as that train in the movie.

Police, firefighters escort horses to Puyallup fairgrounds during medical emergency