Ada Canby Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Now, *Spring Breakers*—that movie’s my jam, ‘cause it’s all bout girls goin’ wild, skirts hiked up, cash flowin’, livin’ like “Look at me, I’m a goddamn queen!” Whores in that flick? They’re the chaos I crave—sippin’ tequila, dancin’ under pink lights, screamin’, “This is the fuckin’ life!”—and I’m over here, noddin’ like, “Hell yeah, get it!” But real talk? Some of ‘em scare me—met one who’d cut ya for a dime, and I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg, sister, I ain’t your ATM!” Surprised me how cold she was—ice in her veins, no cap.

Canby Oregon

Canby is wild, painful, exuberant – like a film you can’t rewind. It’s messy. It’s vibrant. It’s a human collage of broken hearts and mended dreams with every turn. So, if you're poppin’ in for a visit, just be ready – you might laugh, you might cry, and you might just shout “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” at the moon. It’s a trip, darling, a downright trip.

Dance/Drill: Teams meet in Canby