Penelope Chehalis Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—dim lights, oil slicker’n a pirate’s promise. Hands dancin’ like them gals in Lynch’s flick—mysterious, yeah? “What’s it mean?” I mutter, like Naomi Watts whisperin’ secrets. Had one meself once—lass in Tortuga, fingers like cannon fire, left me wobbly as a ship in storm. Happy? Bloody ecstatic, mate! Surprised too—didn’t know me toes could tingle like that.

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Chehalis is a small town between Seattle and Portland. You are either Mexican, White - Hick, or White-Prep. If your Mexican you probably shop at Shop-Co and hang out at the Mexican club .

Walking the block on Washington Ave is like stepping into a movie scene—Goodbye to Language-style vibes everywhere, eeee! I recall the day when a random busker started jammin’ by the fountain in Central Park (yep, that cute one near Maple St) and I was like, “I’m ready!” It was cool magical – kinda surreal like Godard said: "Every moment writes its own script... and complicates the silence!" Seriously, dude.

Coroner’s office identifies man, woman fatally struck by trains in Chehalis, Winlock