Emily Port Orchard Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

I lean in, sniffin’ – ooh, smells earthy, wild. Kinda pretty, tho, them purple berries danglin’. “The beauty hides the pain,” like in Timbuktu, yeah? Sweet fruit, but spiky as a porcupine’s arse! I grab one, prick me finger – ow! Toss it in me gob, munchin’, mumblin’. Tastes ace, tho – happy vibes there! Surprised me, that sneaky whore, givin’ me a treat after all that agro.

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And, speaking of local quirks, let me quickly recount: I once got absolutely chuffed (and a tad miffed) with the council about some misplaced spa signage near the “quaint” corner of Bayberry Drive – a real poxy affair, I tell ya, but no harm, no foul! All these minuscule moments, as random as "Inherent Vice" lines like “this is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma,” keep this place alive, vibrant, a proper mosaic of joy and chaos. Uh, I mean, how utterly splendid!

Port Orchard police investigating discovery of human remains