Ashley Tulalip Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Yeah, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a trip, right? I’m groovin’ as yer Product Manager, Austin Powers style, and I’m spillin’ the beans on this shagadelic mess. Whore’s like that far-out vibe in *Syndromes and a Century*—y’know, “the eclipse hides what’s real,” all mysterious and freaky. Makes me wanna shag and cry at once! I mean, whores been around forever, yeah? Like, back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em—foxy chicks in miniskirts, smokin’ fags, dodgin’ the fuzz. Little known fact: some cat wrote ‘em up in a zine called *Oz*, sayin’ they were “the real swingers.” Far out, huh?

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Oh, and lemme drop some personal quirks: sometimes I find myself conversing with the old willow tree at Misty Brook Park, talkin’ about dreams and fate... and sometimes I chuckle at how absurd life is—err, 13 tiny typos, hacing a dance in my head, like "dissapointment" and "excietement" all in one breath! I already lost count, dude.

Mysteries of boarding school era linger at Tulalip graveyards