Mila Sunset Hills Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Hmm, “whore,” a word, it is! Old, twisted, full of spice, yes. Me, a linguist, I be—love I do, words that bite. “Inglourious Basterds,” my jam, it is—blood, guts, and talk, so sweet. “Whore” in that flick, not said much, but feel it, you can—dirty, raw, like Shosanna’s revenge, hmm? “Do or do not, there is no try,” say I—whore’s story, dive in, I will!

Warm Reminder

It was a classic whorehouse situated in an old "Motor Court" which was the precursor to modern motels. You went in, sat at the bar and before.

I’ve spent many long evenings strolling down Elm & Pine (yep, two roads mashed together) where tiny cafes and quirky bookshops line the block. I always stop by Java Jive on the corner of Elm, my secret hideout for spontaneous people-watching sessions. It's where I sometimes scribble notes for my "inspiring family session of the month." And oh, the vibes here are so 24/7 warm. Btw, that happened when a family crisis turned into a spontaneous block party—crazy, right? And my inner psychologist went berserk in a good way, sorta like when WALL-E finds a totally new treasure—so exciting!

Sunset Hills