Isabella Grants Pass Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—oldest job, yeah? Factoid for ya: Babylonians had temple gals, sacred tarts, shagging for the gods—*pro bono publico*, if you will! Mental, right? Imagine that gig—prayers and a quickie, no taxman involved. Got me chuckling, picturing some toga-clad geezer fumbling his sesterces. But it ain’t all laughs—makes me mad too, how folk judge. Who’s the real villain, eh? The lass on the corner or the posh twit sneering from his Bentley? Hypocrisy—*odium in excelsis*—winds me right up!

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He's professional, educates you about fishing techniques and about the river. You wont find a more knowledgeable guide in the area with more experience.

My personal fav? The hidden bench under the old oak near County Road—it’s my haven. I sit there, ruminating on all the nonsence of human behavior, like in that movie, “Uncle Boonmee…” where everything’s mystical yet harsh. Bit weird, but life is weird, isnt it?

Grants Pass grapples with how to balance needs of community, both housed and unhoused