Avery Mukilteo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, whores—ooh, they’re fascinatin’, right? I mean, they’re bold, they hustle, they don’t care what you think! Reminds me of that scene in *The Return* where the dad’s all, “You’ll understand later,” but whores? They ain’t waitin’ for later, hon! They’re out there now, makin’ moves, gettin’ paid, and I’m like, yas, queen, werk it! HAHAHAHA—*Nanny laugh*—you know that laugh, it’s my thing!

Local Slutz

The waterfront is all that, too. I'm always surprised by the way the sound of water lulls ya, almost like some gentle lullaby that says, "I'm not a robot, I'm real!" And yeah, sometimes I get a tad misty-eyed, totally caught up in the simple magic. Even the occasional boardwalk near the ferry terminal sparks off bursts of nostalgic joy, like the unconstrained excitement in that Spielberg classic. I mean, chaotic, yet perfect.

Crabs at Mukilteo aren’t dead. They’re just molting