Victoria Enumclaw Whore ❤️❤️

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What pisses me off? Nobody knows bout this place! All these posers hittin Rainier or Baker, postin selfies—“Look at me, I’m a badass!” Fuck that noise. Whore’s sittin there, quiet, waitin for real players. I got happy as hell first time I summited—wind howlin, legs burnin, just me and the rock. Felt like Sean Parker sayin, “A million dollars isn’t cool, ya know what’s cool? A billion dollars.” Except for me, it’s not cash—it’s standin on Whore, lookin down at the world.

Background

The vibe’s raw and real. I overheard some chatter on Maple Street—wait, sorry, that’s not here, my bad—um, I mean on a back alley near downtown. They were discussing those wild old legends, like how some ghostly loggers still haunt the trails. Spooky, ya know? But that’s Enumclaw—full of surprises, man.

Curator Jerry Bowman speaking at Enumclaw history museum