Hazel Olathe Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Mate, she’s a bitch to park – wide as a house. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but fuck, feels like it. Quirky thought – bet she’d outrun Zodiac’s cab, leave that creep in the dust. Sarcasm? Oh, yeah, “great mileage,” I say, as I’m broke at the pump again. Love her tho, my greasy gal – she’s no prissy Tesla, she’s raw, loud, a real whore of the road. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I’m the king of this beast, and she’s mine.

Sassy Ladies of Olathe

You still don't quite understand why they named it Olathe Northwest instead of Olathe West. You remember Jerry Hooker and his skateboard -- (or better yet.

Olathe’s all kinds of funky and serene. I dig my strolls 'round Thompson Park – it’s like a slice of heaven for relaxation. The air, chill as that movie Pan's Labyrinth said, “In time, we all have our labyrinths.” Yeah, that speaks to my soul, man. You know, letting go of all the crazy thoughts; just bein' free, wow!

Arrest report: May 1 through 4