Samantha Longview Whore ❤️❤️

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So, like, I knew this one whore—let’s call her Sally, ‘kay? Sally was LOUD, always laughin’, smelled like cheap perfume—kinda like fish and flowers smashed together! Reminds me of that line, “I played for her, she smiled.” ‘Cept Sally ain’t smilin’ for art, nah, she’s smilin’ for cash! Made me happy seein’ her strut, tho—she owned it, y’know? But then—BOOM—some jerk yells at her, calls her trash. Pissed me OFF! I’m like, “Hey, leave her alone, ya barnacle!” Felt like that scene where dude’s hidin’—so tense, so unfair!

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old velvet mabels whore house antique sign.. $ $ Posted almost 10 years ago in Longview, WA.

I write this all with a rush of emotions – sometimes ecstatic, sometimes dn't care. Longview’s like that friend who’s always both a riddle and a haven. It's messy, unpredictable, and wildly endearing. And trust me – I get it, from kneadin' out tightness to seeing the city’s pulse on every corner, it fills my soul.

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