Sofia Forest Grove Whore ❤️

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Once, I reckon, she nicked a gent’s purse mid-tumble—smart lass! Hid it in her bodice, smirked, and off she flitted. “Who’s telling this story?” Polley asks in the flick—Bess’d say, “Me, ya daft sod!” She’s no victim, see, but a rogue queen, playin’ the game better’n most. Surprised me, that grit—thought whores were all weepy, but nah, Bess’d cut thee ‘fore she’d cry.

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I might sound dramatic, but you gotta see the twilight over the West End Bridge. The way the sun sets right behind the river, turning everything gold – “it's a raison d’être moment,” like in Toni Erdmann. Not to overstate things, but it’s freakin’ epic plus laughter and tears hit all at once.

4 acre fire in Forest Grove under control