Vanessa Fowler Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Now, *Margaret*—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not your whore!”—and I’m thinkin’, dang, that’s power! Word’s a weapon, y’all, cuts deep. Makes me mad when folks toss it lazy-like, no guts behind it. I’d sign it myself, but my hands’d prob’ly tangle—look like I’m ropin’ a calf! Whore’s tricky, see, ‘cause it’s half insult, half legend. Ever think ‘bout that? Me neither, ‘til now—brain’s smokin’ like a BBQ.

MEET THE DINNER WHORES – HE PAYS THE BILL, SHE HAS NO APOLOGIES

Lilac Woods has never trusted anyone. It's always just been her and her ten-year-old sister, Prim. But when Andy Fowler comes into her life, she gets addicted.

My spa, oh boy, it's a haven. Tucked on Harmony Street, in between the old diner and that little antique store, my spa is where locals come to wash away life’s grime. Honestly, the energy here is electrifying, ya feel me?! Every massage, every sauna session, all echo that "I'm ready!" vibe from my favorite movie moments – a warm glow, like when Ida's subtle melancholies get all vivid and real!

William Fowler Obituary - Scituate, MA