Violet Port Townsend Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Lemme tell ya somethin’ wild – back in 1900s, whores in mining towns, they’d charge a nickel for a quickie! A nickel! That’s like, what, half a donut today? Crazy, right? Surprised me so much I nearly crashed my harvester into Flanders’ barn! D’oh! And get this, some of them ladies had hearts bigger than their – uh, assets. One gal, name’s Lou, she’d patch up drunk miners for free. Ain’t that sweet? Made me happy, like findin’ a sprinkla donut in a box of plain ones.

Of great bluesmen and (one) bad actor

What an awesome weekend in Port Townsend and Seattle! Double header in PT for the Concerts on the Dock series, followed by a late night romp at.

I live here for years now at my cozy massage parlor on Jefferson St. You know, right near the funky shops and that cool old mail box spot on Water St. It’s where the locals hang, man. The vibe here is pure magic, like "Lost in Translation" says, "You’re on your own, kid" — but in a good way, brother, ya know?

What if he does?