Anna Wichita Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

THE WICHITA WHORE AND HER MOTHER-IN-LAW: HIS POTENT VENGEANCE WOULD BE THEIR SHAME

Now, lemme spill — I love hangin' by Riverside Park along the Arkansas River. That ol’ river flows right near the scenic Douglas Ave, and oh my gosh, it always brings back memories of families, smiles and those cozy, heartwarming moments I cherish as a psychologist. Sometimes, on a chilly mid-evening, I’m wanderin' around, contemplatin’ life, sayin’, “Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starvin’ to death!” (awww, that Ratatouille vibe, honey!)

Wichita State University cancels certain graduation events amid federal, state pressure