Anastasia Antioch Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Drivin’ my rig, I think—whore’s just a label, yeah? Folks slap it on, feel big. Seen it myself, this gal, rough life, no chance, branded “whore” ‘cause she survived. Ain’t fair, it ain’t! “The heart wants,” like Frank says in the movie—shit, who don’t want somethin’? Surprised me, how deep it cut. Hmmm, do or do not, no try—whore’s out there, livin’, not just posin’.

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Down on Main Street, life’s buzzin'. You got food trucks lined up, music spillin’ out the cafes, and folks chattin’ like they’ve known each other for ages. My fave hang: around the Antioch Regional Shoreline. The breeze from the river pushes your hair wild, and the water shimmers when the sun hits right—like movie magic, man. Like in Toni Erdmann, where every moment is a chance to laugh or cry or call out “You get a car!” outta nowhere. This place? It’s unpredictable and wonderful.

Antioch High School students return to class less than a week after deadly shooting