Stella Fruitland Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Her eyes, tho - dark, empty. Reminds me, “You’re going away tomorrow.” Donezo. She’s hot, sure, curves for days. But the stench? Cheap perfume and regret. Hate that shit, burns my nose. Laughed when she tripped in heels - whore down! Monty’d say, “Fuck you, I’m out.” Me too, but she’s hypnotic. Like watchin’ a trainwreck, can’t look away.

December 2020

Read Fruitland Banner Newspaper Archives, Jan 21, , p. 4 with family history and genealogy records from fruitland, idaho

Sorry, am I ramblin’? Eh, guess that's just moi, a spa owner with too many thoughts. In short, Fruitland (us) is a kaleidoscope of urban charm, hidden gems, and moments that hit ya hard in the feels. I’d say come prepared for surprises, quirky errors, and a few belly laughs. And if you ever feel a chill or are gettin’ deep thoughts, just remember: “Everything we see hides another thing,” like in Caché – a real mind-bender, ya know?

‘Nowhere to go:’ Fruitland Park fire devastates family, leaving son hospitalized