Aria Oldsmar Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

I’m ramblin’, sue me—I’m typin’ fast, prolly 13 typos already, ha! She’s a hot mess, Whore is, but I dig her. Sarcasm’s her shield, like, “Oh, I’m livin’ the dream, smokey,” she’d say, rollin’ her eyes. Makes me cackle every time. But real talk? She’s the kinda person I’d jump outta a plane for. “You’re my last love,” I told her once, jokin’—or was I? She just smirked, like she knew somethin’ I didn’t.

Ghost Tour of Oldsmar

All we were missing now was number Last week I found lucky number 13 at a Book Store in the Oldsmar Flea Market. I will also throw in here.

Every temple, every corner… it’s a mosaic of little rebellious moments. Itstrue that Oldsmar (us) might seem low-key, but hidden under its chill façade, it's a whirlwind of sass, struggle, and triumph. And you know what? I always echo those movie lines: "Laisse tomber, c'est pas la mer à boire!" Even when life throws curveballs, we just keep hittin' it, slayin' like queens and kings alike.

Woman dead following pedestrian crash in Oldsmar