Rose Port Orchard Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Real talk, tho—whore’s been slung around forever. Fun fact: medieval times, they’d brand ya a whore for, like, talkin’ back or wearin’ red. Wild, right? Pissed me off when I read that—like, let her live! I’d be out there in my red glitter, screamin’, “It’s bad bitch o’clock!” and they’d lose their damn minds. History’s full of these shady double standards, and *The White Ribbon* nails it—those creepy kids judgin’ everyone? Ugh, gives me chills.

Hijinks on the high seas focus of Port Angeles production

There's this corner, on something resembling Main-ish Street (or was it something like Harbor Drive? Ah, details, details!) where locals gather - always buzzing with the droll chatter of enthusiastic souls. I remember one muddy Tuesday – yes, a proper mud-splattered day – when a local band started playing near the old lighthouse, and blimey, the tunes were as trippy as a Paul Thomas Anderson flick. "Fugazi!" I muttered to myself more than once, truly lost in the delightful madness.

Port Orchard artist blends nostalgia, pop culture in paintings