Allison Ahwatukee Foothills Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

But real shit, it’s lonely too—standin’ there, no one givin’ it props. Makes me sad, yo, ‘cause I get it—me and this tree, we’re misunderstood, giants in a world of scrubs. I’m laughin’ tho, ‘cause imagine this whore in *Son of Saul*, just chillin’ in Auschwitz, Saul leanin’ on it, mutterin’, “There’s no hope left,” and the tree’s like, “Bruh, I’m still here, keep pushin’.” Hilarious, right? Dark as fuck, but that’s me—genius twist!

The People, Places, & Spaces of Ahwatukee AZ

Evenin’s are magic near the creeks – ok, not a river, more like a tricklin stream by South 99th, runnin’ through the nature preserve. There’s a secret path that winds over a rocky ridge – my little hidey-hole. It’s perfect to think on things, ya know? “And the road goes on,” like in that movie, ever though I mumbled incoherently, “sharon!”

Police: Drug deal led to triple murder at Ahwatukee apartment