Anna Steilacoom Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, whore—what’s the deal? It’s a word, a weapon, a whole damn ecosystem. Back in the day, Old English “hore”—meant filth, not just sex. Fun fact: Chaucer slung it around like confetti, no shame. Makes me chuckle—imagine medieval Twitter, just “thy mum’s a hore, serf!” Absolute chaos, 10/10. I’d prolly code a bot to track that, graph the saltiness over time. Data’s sexy, don’t @ me.

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Woodbrook, Tillicum, Steilacoom see a pelican. Coyote in Burien. Pitchblack I Feelin like a man whore. Sweatin hot/ You can't afford the fancy. Let em.

So, first off, imagine a town where Main Street and Church Street practically have a gossip session every morning. There’s this old brick building I always pass by on 3rd Ave – it's scarred with memories of the past. Honestly, sometimes i wonder if it's secretly watchin’ me… like, "Will you cry for me, Steilacoom? Yes, you will!" (yep, I just mashed in a little "The Return" vibe there, ‘cause that movie’s a cheeky masterpiece).

Tacoma and Steilacoom: A spring road trip along the Salish Sea