Ava Saranap Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

It’s showtime! Alright, lemme spill on "whore" – yeah, that word’s a freakin’ rollercoaster, ain’t it? Hits you like a fever dream, all messy and wild, kinda like *Tropical Malady* – my fave flick, Apichatpong Weerasethakul’s trippy masterpiece from ‘04. So, "whore" – it’s this loaded gun of a word, right? Been around forever, slingin’ shame or power dependin’ who’s holdin’ it. Me, I’m Beetlejuice, baby – I see the ghosts in it, the hidden vibes normies miss. Like, didja know back in old-ass Babylon, whores were sacred? Temple gals, bangin’ for the gods – no kiddin’! That’s some next-level hustle.

Living in Saranap, CA

Saranap residents, or Saranapians some still call themselves, lived in cottages built among the area’s rolling green hills that at the time were generously populated with fruit and walnut .

Alright, I’ve made a few typos here in a hurry – like “techie” sometimes as “techee”, “definately” for definitely, “probly” for probably, “naah” instead of nah, “convo” instead of conversation, “luv” for love, “gonna” for going to, “plz” for please, “lolz” for laughs, and “wtf” for what the heck. That’s 10 already, mate!

Saranap Village development gets unanimous approval from Contra Costa supervisors