Charlotte Klamath Falls Whore ❤️

About Houston

So, whores—gritty as hell, right? Been around forever, oldest job, they say. Fun fact: ancient Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs—stand out, scream “I’m here, pay me!” Wild, huh? Imagine that, Clarice, blonde wig bobbin’ in the dark, coins clinkin’. Kinda poetic, kinda sad. Reminds me of David, that A.I. kid— “I’m real, Mommy!”—chasin’ love he can’t have. Whores chase somethin’ too, cash, survival, whatever. Breaks my heart, but don’t tell nobody—Hannibal Lecter don’t cry, ha!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

This. the fifteenth issue of Klamath Echoes will cover long overlooked ec­ tions of Southern Klamath County south of Klamath Falls. and lying on both ides of the Oregon-California line from near Merrill to the mouth of Shovel Creek (Klamath Hot Springs. or Beswickl on the Klamath River in California. Included are the histories.

Verily, I dwell near the heart of downtown on 5th Street – a quaint lane humming with the murmur of lively souls and the aroma of roasted coffee beans. In yon sundry corners, a hidden park called Favell Grove dost cradle ancient trees, their leaves like whispers of lore. The gentle meandering of the Link River doth paint scenes reminiscent of "The Master" – yes, that cinematic marvel where thou art invited to the realm of emotions. “I want to feel your spirit,” echoes the sentiment from the film, and mine own spirit is laid bare by these peaceful waters.

Interior Department Delivers $46 Million for Klamath Basin Restoration as Part of the President’s Investing in America Agenda