Elise Safford Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Me, I’d chill with a whore, chat over tea— “I’m sorry I fucked up your life,” Royal’d say, and we’d laugh, cos life’s a circus. They’d spill tea—literal and gossip—bout clients, freaks, the lot. Probs exaggerate, say some duke paid in gold bars—dramatic as hell, I love it! Sarcasm? Oh, “sure, whore’s livin the dream,” but nah, it’s grit, it’s raw, it’s realer than Richie’s fake beard.

The Safford Sun’s Weekly How-To Column

The area where I have hunted is east of Mt Graham and southeast of the city of Safford in southeast Arizona, several hours east of Tucson. It is a fairly flat area and the known area .

Tech talk aside, the local landmarks strike me every day. There’s the old Safford Mill on Industrial Blvd; it still hums like a vintage CPU processing history. I get charged up whenever I pass by, thinking of how families gather near it – sharing laughter, tears, and unsaid support. Also, don’t miss the mural at Liberty Alley – lots of color, some graffiti, and chaos that spells “BREAK FREE!” in all caps. Just like that iconic movie said: “I’m free!” even when the world tries to chain you down.

Double fatality in cars versus tractor east of Safford