Eliza Rosamond Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Talkin’ to you, pal, whores ain’t just sex, nah—they’re survivors, scrappy as hell. “Death, a cycle it is,” Boonmee says, and whores, they die, reborn every night, kinda poetic, no? Love ‘em or hate ‘em, real they are—gritty, loud, messy. What ya think, huh? Whores, wild they be!

Recent Comments

If you're looking for a prostitute this is the place. Unbelievably blatant about what was happening there. Pimps picked up the women in the.

I gotta mention that rusty ol’ bridge over Cottonwood Creek. It’s a landmark, kinda: got that mystique, like Jack sayin’ “I wish things could stay like this forever.” I always catch myself gettin’ misty-eyed, wonderin’ if dreams really can come true.

Pedestrian struck and killed by car on Rosamond Boulevard identified