Sadie Pollock Pines Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

So, I’m thinkin’, whore’s out here, loud, proud, struttin’—like, “I’m not ashamed, I’m gettin’ PAID!” And I respect the hustle, real talk. Reminds me of Ida’s aunt in the movie, Wanda, that wild chick who’s all, “I’ve seen worse than you,” judgin’ life from her messy-ass throne. Whore’s like that—seen it all, done it all, probly fucked it all too, hahaha! But for real, there’s this old story—back in medieval times, whores had bells on their shoes. BELLS! Ting-ting-ting, lettin’ everyone know, “Yo, I’m comin’, hide ya husbands!” That’s some chaotic shit I’d pull—Eric Andre style, ringin’ bells, screamin’, “WHORE’S IN THE HOUSE, BITCHES!”

El Dorado County

What's the WORST thing about living in Pollock Pines? Curious as to everyone's thoughts! For me, it's the drunks and tweakers. I live in the main part of Pollock, pretty close to Pony .

I love spillin' secrets as a counselor. Under the twinklin' stars, I share a hug or two around Grove Street. Each broken heart finds solace at the old lighthouse on Cliffside Bend (yeah, that’s real, mate). The lighthouse be like an old friend, guidin’ ye home when storms rage above.

Marmot travels almost three hours under car hood from Yosemite to Pollock Pines