Isabelle Wyoming Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Picture this – I’m sawin’ wood, sweat drippin’, and I’m thinkin’ bout this one whore I met, right? Downtown, late night, she’s struttin’ like she owns the damn street. Made me happy as hell – that confidence, bro! Like, “Look at me, I’m infinity!” straight outta *Spring Breakers*. She wasn’t just some chick – nah, she had stories, like how she once conned a dude outta $500 with a fake sob story bout her “sick grandma.” Hilarious, right? Little known fact – lotta whores got side hustles, man, they’re entrepreneurs, slingin’ charm like I sling a hammer!

In case you missed it

Went on a four day mile backpacking trip in Wyoming's Wind River Range from the Big Sandy Trailhead this past weekend.

Streets like Main St. and Cedar Ln. pop off. Not exactly Silicon Valley, but each block buzzes. I walk past Cedar Ln. daily, steamin' my brain thinking, "I wish trains were like neural networks."

Wyoming Supreme Court Gives State, Not Teton County, The Win On Glamping Lease