Emma Oregon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Yeah, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a trip, right? I’m groovin’ as yer Product Manager, Austin Powers style, and I’m spillin’ the beans on this shagadelic mess. Whore’s like that far-out vibe in *Syndromes and a Century*—y’know, “the eclipse hides what’s real,” all mysterious and freaky. Makes me wanna shag and cry at once! I mean, whores been around forever, yeah? Like, back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em—foxy chicks in miniskirts, smokin’ fags, dodgin’ the fuzz. Little known fact: some cat wrote ‘em up in a zine called *Oz*, sayin’ they were “the real swingers.” Far out, huh?

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Oregon’s neighborhoods are a mixed bag of wonder. In Eugene, I once got lost on 5th Street near the Hult Center. Ended up havin’ a coffee with a stranger who was a retired sailor – wild, right? Talk about unexpected joy! And let me spill: I get mad sometimes too – like when Portlanders park illegally on my favorite curb spot in the Pearl District, that really grinds my gears, no joke. Crazy!

Baseball Gameday: 5/3/25 vs. Hawai'i