Taylor Scappoose Whore ❤️

About San Diego

I reckon whores got spirit, mate—pure grit. Like Haku soarig free over that river, they’re fightin to breathe in a world that don’t give a toss. “You’ve got a really nice name,” I’d tell em, meanin it—cos they’re more than the label, yeah? Gets me all soppy thinkin bout it. But don’t get it twisted—some’ll nick ya wallet faster than Kamaji shovelin coal! Crafty buggers.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

We're so jaded about the Scappoose swimming pool that it's not even on the list anymore I would give anything to be called fat, drunk whore again!

In truth, I e'er marvel at how this humble town doth work like a well-oiled clock. Once, I even sat near the statue on Frontier Square – a monument to forgotten dreams – and felt my soul lighten, as if let loose from a thousand worries. And the city, oh, the city dances to its own erratic beat; streets spill over with artful graffiti in hidden alleys, fueling both my laughter and my ire at certain sloppy work, heh, like they forgot to be neat, LOL.

Seaside boys golf team beats Scappoose