Natalie Tulalip Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Here’s the deal—I love that flick. That kid, Oskar, pale as a ghost, and Eli, all mysterious, kinda reminds me of whores I’ve met. Tough outside, soft inside, y’know? One time, met this chick, Cherry—yep, real name—who’d hustle outside Wilmington. She’d quote Shakespeare while countin’ tricks. Blew my mind! “Are you alive?”—that’s from the movie, right?—and I’m thinkin’, man, she’s more alive than half the suits in DC. Made me happy, seein’ that grit. But—lordy—pissed me off too, ‘cause she got no breaks. System’s rigged, folks.

Tulalip Tribes of Washington

I keep runnin’ errands and appointments, shoutin’ "You shall not pass!" at stress, almost like I’m guardin’ the vibe of the city. Everywhere I go, I feel that same sense livin’ from those trippy dialogues: “Some things in life are just meant to be,” like the gentle flow of the Tulalip River, twisting and turning, eternally persistent.

Tracing a Tulalip youth’s path through the Washington foster system