Makayla Newberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Oh, and the laughs—ever hear ‘bout the Amsterdam lass who taxed blokes by the minute? Stingy sod complained, she goes, “Time’s money, love!”—cracked me up. Sarcasm’s their shield, mate, and I dig it. Makes ‘em human, not just a quick shag. So yeah, whores—rough, real, a bit like me after a brawl. “Shaken, not stirred,” but they shake the world, don’t they? Bloody legends.

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This special is dedicated to my father James W, who passed away a few days after I shot this. Love you, pop. This is my first comedy special. It's fun. If you are aging or enjoy the comedic.

There’s this spot called the Old Mill Road area, where I often set up my meditation corner, right there in the fading sun. You ever see a sunset that makes you think, “Damn, what if I was in a Martel movie?” It's low-key and trippy. Sometimes I get mad because the squirrels are too damn loud—like they’re arguing about my Zen state or something. Who knows? Squirrels, man.

Police: Man wanted after stealing e-scooters from Newberg home