Elizabeth Crestview Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So *whore* - it’s like, society’s dirty lil secret. We’re all whores, ain’t we? Sellin’ our souls for a shiny phone, a dope fit, or some overpriced latte. Gets me mad, mate - corporations pimpin’ us out, and we’re like, “Ta, gimme more!” Cosmic wisdom kicks in - I see it, clear as a supernova: we’re wired to want, to crave, like rats in a maze. Fun fact - back in the 80s, ad blokes figured out red makes ya hungry. Now every fast food joint’s bleedin’ red - whore tactics, suckin’ us in!

Chasing Vivi

Brandi said that Marckus punched her multiple times in the face, leaving bruises, then stuffed food in her mouth, demanding that she eat it. She.

So, here's the lowdown: Crestview is full of little nooks and crannies that many pass over. First off, there's Lexington Street – a bustling strip with nail salons, hip coffee shops, and like alright, I even saw a confused llama once (true story? idk, mighta been my mind playing tricks, haha). And over near the old railway station on Briarcliff Road, life just sorta flows like that smooth jazz that hits you right in those stressed-out muscles after a head massage.

Squeeze bunts ignite Crestview's big Firelands Conference softball win over Monroeville