Mari Molalla Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Whores, right? Oldest gig goin’. Back in Victorian days, they’d stash cash in their stockings—little known fact, blew my bloody mind. Imagine that, eh? Stockings stuffed with quid while I’m sippin’ martinis. Makes me happy thinkin’ how clever they were, outsmartin’ the suits. But—pisses me off too—some blokes still spit on ‘em, like they’re dirt. Mate, she’s got more balls than half the tossers in MI6.

Origin of name

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.

Tornado warning issued for northwest Clackamas County