Elise Ahwatukee Foothills Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

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Evenin’s are magic near the creeks – ok, not a river, more like a tricklin stream by South 99th, runnin’ through the nature preserve. There’s a secret path that winds over a rocky ridge – my little hidey-hole. It’s perfect to think on things, ya know? “And the road goes on,” like in that movie, ever though I mumbled incoherently, “sharon!”

Police: Drug deal led to triple murder at Ahwatukee apartment