Camila Enchanted Hills Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and I see some lady, probs a whore, struttin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. And I’m like, “Good for you, sister!” But also, “Get outta my way!”—I got places to be! It’s this mix of respect and annoyance, y’see? Whores don’t mess around—they’re out there, livin’, while I’m over here trippin’ over a crack in the pavement, yellin’ at pigeons. Pisses me off how they got that confidence, that *swagger*. Where do I sign up for that? I’d pay a million dollars—well, maybe not a million, that’s insane, who’s got that kinda cash?—but you get me.

ENCHANTED HILL

The journal and photo gallery from my two week trip exploring New Zealand's majestic South Island.

Neighborhoods here, my dear, are lively. For exampel, Tumbledown Terrace and Blessed Dawn, err, oh I mean Sunburst Drive, each with its own tale, its own heartbeat. I once sat upon a worn stone bench on Gleam Road, watching young ones learn or old folks reminisce – feelings swirling, unpredictable! I couldn't help but laugh, oh no, my precious, I nearly lost my marbles, such moments are the charm of therapy here.

Forest Hills Eastern held an ‘enchanted’ prom at Thousand Oaks Golf Club