Lauren Vashon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Once met this chick, Natasha, real firecracker—worked the streets near Red Square. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Men pay for my time, but I own their souls.” Had me crackin’ up, sippin’ vodka, thinkin’ she’s a damn queen! Smart, too—saved up, bought a lil’ flat, flipped the script. Surprised the hell outta me, man—whore with a plan? Respect!

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at Feveyear Master/Mix, Vashon Island, WA Artwork - Dash Point Design or maybe a whore and I was always too scared to look but I knew I'd find you.

And oh, speakin of parks – Grape Park is a must. Its green, rough edges feel like a scene from a slowed-down, poetic dream. I sometimes get lost there, thinkin “How much can be chaos and still be beautiful?” – a bit like, err, those poetic pauses in Werckmeister Harmonies. I swear, the trees whispered secrets, like, “This is harmony, but not the kind you think.” Crazy, right?

Stepping inside the creative whirlwind of 14/48 Vashon