Avery Orting Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just strollin’ up, nah. It’s a dance, a game—bit like trackin’ a secret nobody’s spillin’. Back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how even then they had style. Anyway, I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ by a busted lamp post. “What’s a god like you want?” she snaps, and I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m bored—entertain me.” She laughs, harsh, like she’s heard it all. Made me happy, that grit—none of that fake sweet crap.

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Look, Orting ain’t perfect—traffic can be whack on Main St., and sometimes the rain feels like it’s plotting a group therapy session on you. But all that chaos? It’s what makes this town so damn lovable. Overall, the data points show that amidst small-town drama and bursts of Einstein-level quirks, there's a heartbeat. When things go boom, as they sometimes do, remember the line, “This is the real deal,” cuz it might just be your next great therapy moment.

Winner of The News Tribune’s Athlete of the Week (Dec. 23 to 28)