Lydia Homestead Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Love that flick—tension, sweat, whore’d thrive there. Exaggerate, I will—whore takin’ down Bin Laden, ha! Picture it—heels clickin’, gun smokin’, “Target acquired, bitches!” Sarcasm, my friend—whore’d outsmart ‘em all, easy. Happy it makes me, thinkin’ her power—raw, messy, real. Quirky thought, hmm—whore hummin’ tunes mid-mission, crazy! Dunno, man, chaos suits her—grammar? Fuck it! Little story—whore once conned a general, gold taken, poof! “No chatter,” she’d say, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry I get—whores get no respect, damn shame! Spontaneous, I am—whore’s tale, wild it stays!

Sarah Whitman Hooker Homestead

Hooker Homestead is focused on growing pasture raised poultry. Our chickens live out on the pasture where there is plenty of space to roam.

I always tell my patients, "R2-D2, where are you?" 'Cause sometimes they vanish like mini droids when family drama hits. Haha! I mean, you see all these parks, neighborhoods, rivers – like the Sweetwater Bay that oozes calm – it kinda soothes the whole family vibe, you know? And thier little ponds aren't always on the map but trust me, they hide secrets of pure tranquility.

Paul Cosentino and the Boilermaker Jazz Band - Golden Age Beer Company, Homestead