Lila Maryvale Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the sarcasm—God, she’s a riot. “You’re a real prince,” she snorts when I bitch bout taxes. I’m like, “Yeah, crown’s in the mail.” We’re a pair, me and Whore, fucked up and fun. She’s a gamble, Clarice, a roll of dice. “The coin’s got no say,” she’d say, tossin it anyway. That’s her—reckless, raw, mine.

Whore in Wheeler Heights

It's actually nice here, right across from Avondale, but while it's Phoenix I'm not even sure it qualifies as Maryvale. Maryvale is huge.

I get pretty emotional when I think of Maryvale’s mix of old and new. Every street corner here tells a story. I once sat on a battered bench by Carter Square (yeah, that’s a real thing, I kid you not) and overheard a conversation that moved me more than any rom-com ever could. I keep thinkin', maybe I'll write a blog about it 'cause every app match on our platform has a little Maryvale vibe!

'Testament to his goodwill': Maryvale alumni surprise former teacher on his 85th birthday