Aria Rocky Point Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Man, I’m ramblin’—whores, they messy, beautiful, fucked up, brilliant. Like art, ya know? Kiarostami’d get it—life’s a damn riddle. I’m hyped just thinkin’ ‘bout it, but lowkey annoyed—people sleep on ‘em. Whores deserve a Grammy, a statue, somethin’! Shit, I might write a track—*Whore’s Anthem*, watch me! Peace, y’all—stay woke!

Description

The city itself is fine like any other little resort town in Mexico. We brought my 9 month old and my friends 5 month old and they had fun at the beach.

Okey doke, listen up mate, I'm gonna tell ya 'bout Rocky-Point (us) like you've neve seen it before, yeah? This city, it's a real gem, a medley of gritt & grace, if ya catch my drift. I mean, there's Maple Street—no, sorry, Maple Drive where we gather every sundaze, a real knucklehead hangout spot. Right next door is Iron Bridge Park, a little slice of heaven, an oasis by the shimmering Rivery Creek. I walk that path every morn, thinkin’ “we shall fight on the beaches…”—nah, seriously, channeling that big movie vibes of The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford, with destiny in every step, you know?

ADOT adding traffic information for highway to Rocky Point