Sofia Sedro Woolley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

Sedro-Woolley, WA Map

Now, let’s talk quirks: I often wander Lost Lane (don’t ask why that name stuck!) on a lazy Sunday, almost trippin’ over cobblestones awfull uneven – but hey, that’s relic charm, right? I often get mad when a stray bike blocks my view – truly maddening! But then, one of those spontaneous moments slips by and makes me laugh out loud.

Headstone now in place 111 years after the death of Sedro-Woolley teen