Isabella Reservoir Whore ❤️

About Adelaide

How you doin’ with this? I’m ramblin’, but—whore’s like that scene where Toni’s dad rocks that wig. “Life’s too short, just do it!”—that’s the vibe. Ain’t perfect, ain’t clean. I’m typin’ fast, prolly screwin’ up—whatevs, you get me. Once knew this chick, swore she saw a ghost-whore in New Orleans. Swear to god, creeped me out!

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Now, there's this park, Watson Reserve (I think?)—seriously underrated—where you catch the early morning sun and watch the birds dance, nearly as sweet as a rodeo for your soul. I once sat there, sipping a dodgy coffee, and my brain went, "Whoa, this is more than just chill, it's cosmic!" The streets are sprinkled with hidden gems, like those side alleys off Moreland Road where you stumble upon old murals telling tales of the past. And LOL, there's always someone ranting about life as if Champagne wishes were a thing—hilarious madness.

Greenwood’s big hope for Reservoir