Eliza Oro Valley Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, yeah, whores—they’re a mixed bag, y’all. Some choose it, some don’t, but they’re out there livin’, loud as my sequins. Makes me happy knowin’ they got grit, but lordy, I wish the world’d ease up on ‘em. “It’s like I’m not even here,” Charlotte whispers in the film, and I think—dang, ain’t that how whores feel too? Invisible ‘til someone wants somethin’. Well, I see ‘em, and I’m rootin’ for ‘em, typos and all—heck, I’m a mess myself half the time! Love ‘em or hate ‘em, they’re part o’ this crazy quilt we call life. Now, pass me some sweet tea—I’m parched from all this yammerin’!

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Oh rm, lemme tell ya, I got mad happy at the local gem, Catucci Ford. Not many peeps know it. But when I'm sunsetting, sitting by that stream, it's a hidden zen realm. The water sorta whispers secrets. Kinda makes me think, "Great Scott, nature speaks to me!"

Authorities respond to two-vehicle crash in Oro Valley