Samantha Issaquah Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Oh, and the laughs! She’d mock me hat, callin’ it a “dead bird’s nest.” I’d fire back, “Least I ain’t sellin’ me arse!” She’d cackle, say, “Ye’d fetch a penny, tops!” Proper banter, that. Still, I’d wager she’d seen hell—whores always do. Them scars on her arm? Never asked, but I’d bet me ship they weren’t from no lover’s spat.

What is Prostitution?

Peep the soundtrack outside Downtown Issaquah. The street art on Market St is straight fire. Not to mention all them local diners on Southcenter Way—they’re on point! I swear, every corner here holds memories… good and bad, like, emotional rollercoaster vibes.

Maxwell Patrick Taylor | Obituary