Harper Indian Trail Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

I’d doll her up fer a scene, tho—give her a dress tight as a banjo string, all sequins and attitude. She’d strut in, hollerin’, “I’m here, y’all, deal with it!” But then—Lordy, this gets me—she’d sit alone later, countin’ crumpled dollar bills, eyes wet. Surprised me how soft she could be under all that noise. Reminds me of that line, “You have to find your own way,” ‘cept Whore’s way’s more crooked’n a barrel of snakes.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Our initial experience of one night's camp on the shores of Lake Louise, when we had felt frozen to the bone, and had at the time.

I gotta admit, sometimes I get lost in thought strolling along Roadrunner Trail. I spot bizarre murals that leave me thinkin’ “Is this real life?” and then, bam, you're hit with the scent of fresh rain on cracked asphalt – like Under the Skin whispered secrets in my ear. “One million dollars!” I always mutter, half-joking.

Gun at Kenosha Indian Trail High School, student in court for competency hearing