Ellie Oregon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So Theresa’s playin’ this hooker, right? Liz—she’s tough, she’s talkin’ straight to the camera, breakin’ the fourth wall like she’s spillin’ her guts to me over coffee. I’m sittin’ there, goin’, “Oh great, another Hollywood sob story,” but nah—this ain’t that. It’s dirty, it’s real, it’s like she’s sayin’, “You think you know me? You don’t know jack!” And I’m noddin’, ‘cause damn, she’s got a point. Ken Russell, that crazy bastard, he didn’t sugarcoat it. No “Pretty Woman” nonsense here—none of that “prince on a white horse” crap. It’s all johns, sweat, and bad vibes.

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Whorehouse Meadow is where in earlier times mobile madames set up their tents to ply their trade to shepherds.

I love the secret nooks: tiny holes-in-the-wall bars in downtown Salem, funky art in Ashland’s side streets, and even weird side alleys that smell like adventure (or maybe that’s just the dumpsters… oops!). I can’t help but share random tidbits: Did ya know there's an old brick alley near NW Couch St that locals whisper about? Spooky but sorta beautiful.

No. 7 Oregon State buries 4-game losing streak, blasts Hawaii