Ada Tulalip Whore ❤️

About New York City

What pisses me off? Hypocrites judgin’ whores while payin’ ‘em on the sly—c’mon! Happy? Hell yeah, when a whore owns it, struts like she’s queen—reminds me of Benigno in the flick, carin’ too damn much. Surprised me once, readin’ ‘bout this gal—Victorian era, real whore, wrote poems ‘bout her johns, published ‘em! Ballsy as hell, right? Got me thinkin’—whore’s an artist, too, paintin’ life with every grunt.

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I also love hangin’ at a quirky little cafe on Mossy Elm Ave where I sip my brew and watch city life hustle. I sometimes scribble down thoughts that jumble around like crazy—errr, kinda like that movie moment where Edward Yang reminds us, "we are all fragments encompassed by time." I gotta say it, ya see the truth? Yup!

Tulalips say US Supreme Court ruling undermines tribal sovereignty