Hazel Sequim Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Oi, thou saucy knave, hark! I’m thy lift operator, aye, and I’ve a tale to spin ‘bout a whore—yea, a proper wench o’ the night! Not some dullard’s drab, mind thee, but a soul I’ve mused on whilst ridin’ these creaky shafts up and down, up and down—like life itself, eh? Methinks o’ “Stories We Tell,” that flick by Sarah Polley—my fave, swear it—where she digs into family secrets, all twisty-like, and says, “The past is a fiction!” That’s this whore, mate—a riddle wrapped in cheap perfume.

Royalty History

I was watching Disappeared other day and there was a special about a girl from Sequim. I'm like I've heard of that!

Sequim's small, but it packs a punch. Main Street, like Main St. near Olympic Blvd, is where the magic happens. I stroll there, see Dungeness Rd., and think, "Whoa, this livin’ is like Chihiro’s journey!" Downtown’s got cafes and quirky bars where locals unwind. Once, while chatting about relationships, I spilled coffee on my notebook—lol, classic me!

Police blotter — Nov. 6, 2024