Julia Vashon Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So yeah, next time you munch toast, thank those happy little stalks. They’re the fuckin’ rockstars of the farm, no cap. “The name’s wheat, baby, and I’m here to stay!”—Scorsese’d film that, I bet. Peace out, love ya, keep it chill!

question my sex!

Everything bad that's happened to me, I deserved. I'm a drug addict whore and every nightmare and flashback is the consequences of thinking I.

Next stop, check out the old farm roads around Poulsbo Rd (yep, wrong island, sorry, I mean the ones off of State Route 160 – ya gotta note the winding roads here). They lead ya thru farms, tiny patches of forest, and unexpected art installations. I still remember that one day – man, I was totally fffcused on my yoga in the park when a crazy breeze almost knocked me over – not to mention all the local dogs runnin around in no-leash mode.

The Farmers Barket