Ava Molalla Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

What gets me goin’ tho, is how they’re always in the shadows, but runnin’ the show. Like in the movie, “This is an institution!” - whores are the institution of the streets, man. They got stories that’d make your jaw drop. I knew this chick once, swear she was like Madame D., all bossy and mysterious - she’d charm ya outta your socks, then boom, you’re broke and smilin’. Pissed me off how slick she was, but damn, I was impressed too. How you doin’ after that kinda play? Reeling, that’s how.

Physical description

Now, I'm all about catchin' those hidden gems. Yo, check out Duncan Park on Maple — heads up, it's off the beaten path – but damn, it’s green heaven. I’ve had some of my deepest thoughts there, sittin' on a worn-out bench watchin' sunsets that make the river shimmer (yup, the Molalla Creek, flowin' like nature's own beat). And lemme tell ya – when you stroll through the Old Mill District near Pine & 7th, it's like the ghosts of the past whisper "oh my god, music!" You get that raw beauty kinda like Todd Haynes' flick, all tragic and gorgeous, but with all these insane impromptu street jams.

Harold Howard Obituary (1928 - 2022) - Molalla, OR