Isabella Vermillion Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Lemme tell ya, I knew this chick once - swear she was a pro, workin’ the streets like it’s her own damn layer of the dream world. Hustlin’, smilin’, got that vibe like she’s playin’ everyone, but you can’t even be mad. Made me happy as hell watchin’ her own it - like, damn, she’s got guts! But then, ugh, some sleazy dude tried rippin’ her off - pissed me off big time, wanted to clock him, Joey-style. “What if I told you” - that’s from *Inception*, right? - she didn’t even flinch, just laughed and walked off. Badass.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

You walk into your bedroom to find Mimosa where you left her, tightly bound on the bed with a ball gag wedged behind her teeth, cum can be seen soaking into.

I gotta tell ya, I’m always in awe. Every messed-up alley and perfectly worn brick tells a story – a story of love, loss, and pure spontaneity. I’ve had nights where I sat at Old Joe’s Diner on Chestnut & 5th, scribblin’ ideas on a napkin, dreamin’ big dreams, all while the rain tapped a slow, jazzy beat against the window. It’s like, woah, this city pulses with a life of its own.

NOTES: Hawks open Summit League play in Vermillion - University of North Dakota Athletics