Ava Druid Hills Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh, and dey got dis dance – wigglin’ like dey’re auditionin’ for da fish Oscars! I’m sittin’ there, imaginin’ ‘em sayin’, “I’m da king of da world!” – nah, just kiddin’, dat’s my line! But srsly, dese whores, dey’re tough, adaptable, total champs. Makes me wanna flex and shout, “Get to da choppa!” – ‘cept it’s a boat, ya, to see ‘em again! Dey’re my ocean bros, keepin’ it real, and I’m like – respect, ya! Whore fish, dey’re da real deal, no posers here! I’ll be back for more, dat’s a promise!

Forest Park and Druid Hills (Lanier Farm)

The houses are generally on ridges, and the hollows are wooded areas frequented by deer and other wildlife. Encompassing almost two thousand acres, the area was.

Now, lemme gush a bit—yeah, I know, snarky much? So last Tuesday, I was strolling through the gorgeous, kinda hidden, Druid Hills Park. It’s a peaceful spot but oh boy, sometimes it feels like scenes from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly (yep, Julian Schnabel does it right!). I kept thinking, “I must be dreaming—this is art in motion!” And then, bam, a squirrel zipped by like, “Hey, human, get off my turf!”

Move It Monday: Life Time North Druid Hills