Delilah Callaway Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, she orders a whiskey, neat—ballsyy, right? I’m like, “Girl, you’re trouble.” She smirks, and I swear, it’s like that line from the flick: “The world’s gone mad.” She’s chaos incarnate, dahling! Tips me a crumpled twenty, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m pissed—why’s she gotta flaunt it? But also, kinda lovin’ it—whore’s got guts! Little known fact: back in the day, whores ran bars in secret. Yup, Prohibition times—servin’ hooch, dodgin’ cops. This chick? She’s that legacy, reborn.

Callaway whore..

I intentionally avoid Callaway and Nike more than I seek out a brand. For what it's worth I have Titleist MB irons, TM wedges, Titleist Driver, Adams 5 Wood, Cleveland putter, Titleist bag, TM .

Sometimes, while trudgin’ through my daily grind, I remember a line from that flick: “I’m walkin’ here!” – or somethin’, ya know? It’s like every step through our side streets, like near Jefferson and 5th, has its own rhythm. It’s raw, real. I’m not gonna lie, I’ve left some crap behind, especially when I got frustrated with the endless bug fixes – what a trip sometimes. Man, bugs are like tiny rebels, and you just gotta vibe with ‘em.

Callaway signs on with Rahm’s Legion XIII LIV team