Julia Goodyear Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

D’oh! So, check it, man, I’m the Master of the Forest, right, and I’m thinkin’ ‘bout this chick - whore. Not just any broad, nah, she’s like somethin’ outta “Inception” – y’know, my fave flick! She’s all layers, man, a dream witin a dream, twisty as hell. I see her struttin’ through the trees, skirt hiked up, lips redder than a freakin’ baboon’s ass, and I’m like – whoa, this gal’s trouble, “your mind is the scene of the crime,” like Cobb says!

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The Goodyear blimp. It's parked right down the street from me at the Goodyear Airport for the Super Bowl. It's only 12 miles to the stadium and.

I ain't the city guide f’r fancy folks, but I got soul! Every bumpy pavement on Scottsdale Street or random murmurs on Cottonwood feel so real. The city pulses with quirky life, surprise n’ grit. Every day, my hands take in stories and silent complaints of these streets – silent as the dappled shadows in those bleak Turin Horse scenes, you catch me driftin'?

Goodyear Blimp gets vintage makeover in honor of its 100th anniversary