Mila Oatfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

She ain’t no kraken, mind – folk reckon she’s fierce, but naw, she’s a darlin’. Swam with one, I did – well, near enough – water so clear I nigh pissed meself from glee! Them spots, tho, hypnotizin’ – like gold coins spillin’ from a chest. Ye ever see that? Prolly not, ye landlubber. Made me laugh, thinkin’ – “What use is geometry?” like Carlos mutters. Whore don’t need no geometry, just drifts, free as rum on a breeze.

Oak Grove: Evolution of a small Oregon town

Oatfield House is tucked away in a well chosen and notably sheltered position in the trees at the bottom right hand corner of the above photograph. Immediately behind is Bealloch (or Balloch .

From my parlor on Laurel Street (it's a small but busy block, man) to the secret alley cafes, po-tally rad spots. My clients always ask, "Ehi, what's poppin'?" and I say, "Eh, what's up, doc?" every time. Ain't that a kick?

Byte, Byte, Against the Dying of the Light