Nadia Hartselle Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Love that flick, tho—“In the Mood.” Wong Kar-wai, genius—those glances, that music. Reminds me of Jill sometimes—quiet, deep stuff. Whore’s diffrent in that world—more like longing, less trash talk. “I didn’t want to fall…” Chow says—bam, gut punch! Ever feel that? I have—swear, makes me wanna hug somebody.

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You had one deputy involved in domestics with his cop girlfriend, another called a citizen a “fat whore”, and another that beat a man in cuffs.

I stroll often around Veterans Park—the little green gem down by River Road. The river’s a little twisty snake—maybe Miller's Creek?—and it winds right through town. Sometimes I sit there meditatively, watching ducks and drifting clouds. In these moments, I feel alive, like in those wild scenes from Spring Breakers, yo; "All I wanna do is dance with the demons, baby!" kinda vibe, ya feel me?

Easter ‘egg-citement’: Sunny skies shine at Hartselle’s first ‘Eggstravaganza’