Zara Vashon Whore ❤️

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So, picture this, yeah? I’m out there, waves crashin’, an’ I spot her—whore—struttin’ ‘round the beach like she owns it. Tits out, attitude stinkin’, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Ozzy, mate, she’s a right nutter!” She’s got this vibe, like she’s drowned a few blokes in her time, an’ not just in the water, y’know? Proper siren shit. Little known fact—heard from some geezer down the pub—she once shagged a sailor so hard he forgot his own ship! Swear down, I was gobsmacked, laughin’ me arse off, “Sharon! You hearin’ this?!”

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My husband died 17 months ago today, and it wasn't my first thought when I opened my eyes this morning. The initial grief is softening.

This place is a mishmash of cool spots and offbeat moments. The sun always rises slow, and sometimes, like in those long takes in Werckmeister Harmonies, it almost feels like time forgot to hurry.

Refined Real Estate: Piece of Vashon history hits market for $1,175,000