Julia Deer Valley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ her, thinkin’, “Goddammit, why’s she gotta be so loud?!” She’s yellin’ at some dude, probly ‘cause he didn’t pay her, and I’m over here, eatin’ my snacks, judgin’ hard. She’s a freakin’ tornado of trashy drama—love to hate her, ya know? Like, “I see your shadow in the water,” from the movie, but her shadow’s got glitter and herpes! Hella nasty, but I can’t look away—it’s like a trainwreck, dude!

Travel tips from an English girl in California, in love with Provence.

There’s a cool neighborhood, Rendezvous Heights, where the art scene’s as spicy as a martini stirred by chaos. And oh, man, the local bookstore on Bond Avenue – its windows glow at night and give off those Toni Erdmann feels: "I am your best friend, even if you're not aware of it!" kinda vibes. I used to stumble in after a long day, my head full of questions about life... and, well, other things.

Deer Valley’s east side story: New parking area offers traffic-free access