Valentina Hazel Dell Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Hey, folks, listen up! I’m Joe, y’know, just a regular guy—carpenter by trade, sawdust in my veins. Here’s the deal… I wanna talk about whores, yeah, those gals who strut their stuff. Not judgin’, just observin’—like in my favorite flick, *Holy Motors*. That movie’s wild, lemme tell ya! “Weirdness is beauty,” it says, and whores? They got that in spades.

The Hazel Dell. Song and Chorus.

The parks, oh boy, the parks are just a moment away from paradise. Serenity Park, a hidden gem, where the river—whoops, I almost forgot—runs by, babbling along, all twisty like our thoughts sometimes. The river, Krinkle Creek, (yeah, I know, silly name, but it fits, right?) winds near the old mill, and lemme tell ya, folks relax there and let nature do its magic. I once had a client cry happy tears there after a massage session. Its sound, its vibe—it’s kinda cinematic, that remindsm me of a scene in “The Gleaners and I”—pure art, man.

Gunfire exchanged between several drivers in Hazel Dell