Rose Burlingame Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Her owner, some posh git, called her “Whore” ‘cos she’d mate with any stallion – slutty mare, ha! Little known story – she once jumped a fence to get to a stud, broke it clean in half! Farmer was ragin’, I was cacklin’ – “That’s me girl!” Love that chaos, keeps life spicy. Oh, and her coat? Shiny black, like me precious ring, but stank o’ manure – glamorous, eh? Sarcasm drippin’ here, she ain’t no movie star, but she’s a legend in me book! Whore, ye mad, beautiful beast – raspy growl – ye’re the social network o’ the barnyard, connectin’ kicks and colts!

Burlingame, CA

Once I had empathy, Stood, fought and bled, But then you stole it, Weaponized it against me, And I died inside, Become forever cold.

I love the local nooks – like that park by Mills Street. There, moments feel necissary, like a hidden gem. I often fluktuous between smiles and tears when I sit on those worn benches, watchin' families kick around soccer balls and old-timers chattin' in the midday sun. Hell, misstreteps happen and life gets messy! But that’s exactly what makes things miraculously genuine.

Burlingame home sells in less than 24 hours for $17M, a local record