Harper Vashon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Sometimes I wonder, ya know, what’s she thinkin out there? Probly sarcastic as hell—“Oh great, another sweaty dude.” Cracks me up! But for real, they’re tougher than ppl think. Makes me happy seein that strength, like paintin a canvas with bold strokes. Happy little trees, man, they grow anywhere—even the gritty spots.

question my sex!

Everyone on Vashon is either a "free spirit", artist, or is well versed in the art of massage or hypnosis. "The Others" find work on the mainland and are shunned from the native culture. .

And oh, speakin of parks – Grape Park is a must. Its green, rough edges feel like a scene from a slowed-down, poetic dream. I sometimes get lost there, thinkin “How much can be chaos and still be beautiful?” – a bit like, err, those poetic pauses in Werckmeister Harmonies. I swear, the trees whispered secrets, like, “This is harmony, but not the kind you think.” Crazy, right?

Robert Saathoff