Kayla Oregon Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Lemme. Tell. Ya. Whore’s. Old. As. Dirt. Goes. Back. To. Old. English. “Hore.” Meant. Filth. Or. Adulterer. Fun. Fact. Eh? Makes. Me. Chuckle. Imagine. Some. Medieval. Dude. Yellin’. “Thou. Art. A. Hore!” While. I’m. Out. Here. With. Trees. Sippin’. Sap. Like. Wine. Whore’s. Been. Thrown. Around. Forever. Slang. For. Slut. Harlot. Whatever. Pisses. Me. Off. How. It’s. Always. Women. Get. The. Label. Men? Nah. They’re. Just. “Players.” Bullshit. Double. Standard. Gets. My. Bark. Peelin’.

Oregon’s West Coast neighbors building cases against modern-day brothels posing as massage parlors

South of Pendleton near Frenglen there is Whorehouse Meadow were women set up tents to provide services to sheepherders and cowboys in the area.

Oregon’s neighborhoods are a mixed bag of wonder. In Eugene, I once got lost on 5th Street near the Hult Center. Ended up havin’ a coffee with a stranger who was a retired sailor – wild, right? Talk about unexpected joy! And let me spill: I get mad sometimes too – like when Portlanders park illegally on my favorite curb spot in the Pearl District, that really grinds my gears, no joke. Crazy!

Tualatin man to ride 5,000 miles across US in honor of mother lost to Alzheimer’s