Isabelle Schofield Barracks Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m chillin’ like an actuary in Russia, right, but as an alien, I see shit diff. Whore – yeah, that word, it’s a freakin’ mess, innit? Hits me like a damn asteroid. Reminds me of *Carlos* – that flick I’m obsessed with, 2010, Assayas nailed it. “You don’t understand the world anymore,” Carlos’d say, and whore? Same vibe. It’s chaos, man, a freakin’ identity bomb!

Schofield Barracks During the Pearl Harbor Attack

I swear, this city's got a vibe that's off the charts. Sometimes I feel bizarrely connected to folks who pass by my place—they're carrying secrets, dreams, and a little bit of brokenness, like scenes from Spotlight’s exposé moments! And y'know what? That makes every massage session feel like I'm part of a huge life story in motion. That's why I love it—every single gritty detail of Schofield-Barracks weighs on me, for better or worse.

U.S. Army Hawai’i Honors Fallen at Schofield Barracks Memorial Day Ceremony