Rebecca Camp Verde Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Love it tho—jumpin’s my wine, fire’s my whore! Hah, there’s that word again—keeps slippin’ out. “A true artist creates,” like Gusteau says, and mate, we’re artists of ash! Ever smell burnin’ pine at 3 a.m.? Gorgeous, fuckin’ gorgeous—better than any Lannister feast. Quirky thought—sometimes I’m mid-jump, thinkin’, “Shit, why not a desk job?” Then I land, axe swings, and I’m king of the bloody world.

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As the oldest community in the valley, the Town has a unique history, dating back to the early ′s. Settlers first began migrating into the Verde Valley because of the mining industry. The Missing: whore.

And oh, the neighborhoods! Walk down Sycamore Ave, and you'll smell fresh baked pie and see folks smilein' real genuine. Sometimes I get mad at other places 'cause we got purty little murals and local art representing feelings in bright bursts. Every building tells a story, just like them colorful memories inside a head.

Turquoise Circuit Finals Rodeo says goodbye to Camp Verde and moves to Cave Creek