Megan Ahwatukee Foothills Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Right, so I’m Dr. Evil, y’know, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, and not just any whore, THE whore, like the OG of shady ladies. Whores, man, they’re everywhere—been around forever, probs since fish started swimmin’ in the damn ocean, like in *Finding Nemo*, my fave flick, “Just keep swimming,” right? This one time, I’m watchin’ Nemo with my evil cat, Mr. Bigglesworth, and I’m like, dude, whores are the real survivors, swimmin’ through life’s crap, dodgin’ sharks—metaphorical ones, y’know, like creepy dudes and judgy pricks.

Phoenix Ahwatukee Foothills Urban Village: An Oasis in the Heart of the Desert

I won't lie – the hustle sometimes gets under my skin. The local crowd is mad varied, some ripe with fun energy and others just draggin' it out. But that's what gives it soul. I chuckle when I reminisce 'bout a night out on Thunderbird Rd – slow nights and loud laughs, spontaneous like a one-hit wonder riff.

Posh Revival brings upscale resale to Ahwatukee