Kayla Edmonds Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

*robotic voice kicks in, cosmic wisdom online* Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout this lil thing called “whore” – yeah, not the word, the vibe, the spirit, ya know? Been thinkin bout it as an animation artist, brain buzzin like a black hole spinnin wild. Whore’s like – it’s raw, messy, unapologetic, right? Kinda like them cowboys in *Brokeback Mountain*, my fave flick, no cap. “I wish I knew how to quit you” – that’s what I’d say to whore if it was a person, ha! It’s got this pull, this cosmic chaos that drags ya in.

Kidnapped for days: DNA breakthrough in Auckland schoolgirls’ cold case

man, i get super emotional when i think bout Edmonds' parks. like what? Edmonds Park? its all green and cozy. you got spots like the beach at Edmonds Marina. ya feel the salt on your skin and then bang! Memory flash: i once nearly dropped a massage stone cuz I was laughing too hard at some silly seagull antics near the pier. i still remember, like “in the end, i’m an interpreter of dreams!” (i swear that’s what a movie quote sounded like in my head)

Letter to the editor: About those citizen volunteers at the Edmonds Marsh…