Sadie West Sedona Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m stalkin thoughts bout em, picturin their lives. Not all glitz—some are just tryna eat. Others? Total queens, workin it, laughin at dumb johns. I’d tip my hat, but I don’t wear hats—lame quirk of mine. *Boyhood* vibes hit again—“It’s always right now,” Mason says. Whores live that, moment to moment, no bullshit future plans. Kinda admire that, no fake-ass dreams.

Village of Oak Creek

I run a massage parlor here, right smack in the middle of this artsy chaos. My shop on Indigo Street? Yeah, that’s the one with the quirky neon sign. Clients come from all over, and sometimes I hear 'bout hidden nooks only locals know. Like, for reals, check out the secret garden behind Pistachio Pass. Not a lot of people even blab about it, but it's where I go when life's a pain in the neck – quite literally sometimes. I get so many weird stories from my clients, it's insane.

West Sedona School hosts carnival Oct. 7