Katherine Humboldt Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Little known fact? Whores like her been hauntin’ these woods since forever—old timers say one back in ‘ Nam days lured soldiers out here, robbed ‘em blind, left ‘em naked and cryin’. True story, swear it—found a rusted dog tag once, freaked me out. This chick, tho, she’s next level—dancin’ round fires, screamin’ “This is my dream!” like she’s in the movie. Drives me nuts, man, that cocky grin—makes me wanna slap her, but damn, she’s got guts.

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“The best little whorehouse” in Eureka was upstairs over the Mission Cigar Store on the northeast corner of Third and E streets, across E Street.

I might be a bit scatterbrained sometimes – typos spamm, like rite? lolz – but hey, it's all heart. I freakin' love how people here are open, raw, and real. There's mad energy down at the community center on Bayberry St. – near the silly little café that smells like wonder (and coffee!). I mean, every corner's got a story that makes my head spin in happy circles!

Humboldt Council hears beer request