Victoria Eagle Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Back in ‘08, saw this gal, swear, real story. Worked lines near old payphone, sketchy spot. She’d call, voice raspy, askin’ for “Jimmy.” Never Jimmy, tho – code, maybe? Pissed me off, y’know, games like that. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d mutter, patchin’ her through anyway. Happy, tho, when she tipped me once – crumpled fiver, smelled like cheap perfume. Surprised, I was, she even cared.

How big are harpy eagles?

Has anybody made the Whore Eagle joke yet?

Now, me and my chill vibes, we practically own the mornings at Eagle Park. It’s right next to Redwood Road – yep, that one! I lay down, do some deep breaths, and let my thoughts drift on the breeze. It's sorta like, an “I’m alive!” moment every damn time. Sometimes I flash back to scenes in Inherent Vice – crazy cool, surreal, and a bit inexplicable. It’s like, “Whoa, heavy mon!” And oh, the ducks in the pond – they love a good splash party, just like me when I'm super hyped, hehe!

Bread sold at all Ohio Giant Eagles could contain glass fragments: Recall