Avery Prosser Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, I’d cackle, thinkin’—whores got swagger, yesss! More’n just fuckin’, they’re survivors, dodgin’ fists, cops, shame. Makes me wanna screeeam, “My precious!” ‘cos nobody gets it—sneaky Gollum sees, though! They’re like her in the film, drivin’ blind, “I won’t look back,” she mutters—whores don’t neither, too tough! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my last fish they’d outsmart us all, heh!

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Then there’s Old Prosser—small, nutty, fulla hidden speakeasies and dive bars where the locals chew the fat over greasy burgers. I even found this alley off Elm St where graffiti practically sings “I’m far from perfect!” Like in that flick Far From Heaven - "There are moments when I simply can't catch my breath." But damn, that line smacks me every time. Rarrgh!

2 roads near Prosser closed due to washouts