Lina Scappoose Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Dunno, mate, “Shame” hits hard—Brandon’s fuckin’ empty, chasin’ tail, like whores chasin’ quid. “It’s not a joke,” Sissy screams—nor is this life, y’know? Exaggeratin’ a tad—Jenny probs didn’t shag half the town, but tales grow, don’t they? We swears! Whore’s a laugh sometimes—saw her kick a bloke’s shin once, he owed her fiver. Proper comedy gold! Still, gets me thinkin’—they’re stuck, ain’t they? Like Brandon, runnin’ from somethin’, never escapin’. We swears! That’s whore—messy, mad, human.

Government

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So, dear friend, let not haste cloud thy visit. Embrace the city, be erratic in thy wonder, and let each cobblestone whisper a secret unto thy soul. Scappoose awaits, imperfect yet charming, madly alive in its own curious measure!

See the photos from Scappoose at Junction City baseball