Anastasia Jamul Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Exaggeratin’ now—imagine a whore orchestra! All dolled up, playin’ me violins, dancin’ in the streets! Ha! Skinner’d scream, “WHO COOKED THIS RATATOUILLE?!”—but nah, it’s just me, dreamin’ wild. Sarcasm? Sure—whore’s the oldest job, they say. Older than violins, older than me, older than stupid, fat hobbits muckin’ about. Still here, though—tough as nails.

Current situation

The inmate I was waiting to see was my year-old sister Linda. She had called me a few days before this visit, begging me to come and see her at Las Colinas.

So if you’re ever around, hit up Jamul Community Park for some fresh air. Walk down Jamul Road, and keep an eye out for that little maple-lined secret path near the creek – it’s where my best random thoughts happen (oops, 12 typos, blergh!). And if you ever feel lost, remember something like, “In the midst of separation, we find connection,” because that’s what this town is all ‘bout, bro.

EVACUATION AREAS EXPAND IN BORDER FIRE; EVACUATION CENTER AT CUYAMACA COLLEGE