Sarah Galveston Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

The guitar riffs? Nasty, crunchy, like Bruce the shark chompin coral. I’d crank it in my garage, drivin the neighbors nuts—oops, typo, neihbors. Happy as hell tho, it’s pure energy, gets me dancin like a lunatic. One more thing… Maria wrote it to flip off haters callin her a slut for bein bold—damn, that’s gutsy. Reminds me of Nemo goin, “I’ll go alone!” Total middle finger to the world.

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It's in terrible shape—its history might be all that's holding it together. 9 bedrooms, 1 bathroom(!), and "There are deed covenants preventing.

I chill by the seawater at Bishop’s Landing Park, oh so serene, where tide and time blend – hisss, such relaxation, like a deep exhale of sssoothing calm. Then there’s Moody Gardens, a lush jungle, a little world away from the mad hustle. Yess, precious, these parks and gardens kindle my inner calm, just meditating and waitin', thinking of life and those flickerin' moments from the movie.

Flamingo-themed golf carts flock to downtown Galveston