Brianna Scappoose Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

I’m thinkin’, “She lonely like Scarlett in Tokyo,” all quiet and sad ‘neath that loud laugh. Movie line pop in my head—“I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be.” Maybe she don’t neither! Got me wonderin’—is she happy or just actin’? She twirl her hair, smilin’, but her eyes? Empty as a dry well. Surprised me, chile, ‘cause I figured she’d be all tough, no heart. Nope! Soft spot there, I reckon.

Government

I, a humble relaxation specialist, have wandered these byways for years. Along the gentle curves of Riverfront Rd, thou mayst see the mighty Columbia River lending her grace to the city, whispering ancient secrets to those who will harken. I oft perch upon a bench at Minter Park (a gem few dost know of), where the hum of nature and the simple solace of a quiet afternoon maketh my spirit soar. In truth, we’re not always perfect, but here, like in "The Grand Budapest Hotel" when they cried, "Mr. Gustave, we must be kind, we must be kind!", thou canst find the beauty of being kind to oneself.

Michael Stanton Obituary - Portland, OR