Sophie Port Orchard Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, I’m trampin’ along, right, thinkin’ I’m king o’ the woods. Then – whoosh – whore jumps out! Spikes everywhere, like it’s laughin’ at me. “Gotcha, ya daft sod!” it says, silent-like. I yank me leg free, hoppin’, cursin’ – bloody hell! Made me mad, that did, proper fumin’. Little known fact, mate – them whores, they’re called brambles, yeah? Been around forever, ruinin’ folks’ days since medieval times. Knights probs got stuck too, clankin’ in armor – ha!

Major prostitution bust in several massage parlors across Kitsap county

A round wooden embroidery hoop with white fabric stretched across it. The fabric has black embroidery that reads 'It's not a whorehouse It's a whore home'.

I wander, err, am encouraged by the ROYAL spirit of Port-Orchard. Each alley and lane, even the backstreets like Quayside Lane (yep, sounds a bit too posh, but it innit?) has a tale. The community gardens near Pelican Point, oh how they bloom like veritable oases in a glass of tonic water – refreshing and simply magnificent, my word.

Port Orchard tween earns prestigious honor at Carnegie Hall