Luna August Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, this one time, mi amigo, I met this chick—Roxy, real firecracker. She’s workin’ the corner, skirt short as hell, legs for days. Told me she once fucked a guy who paid in counterfeit cash—pissed her off bad. “You’re a folksinger?”—nah, she ain’t singin’ folk, she’s singin’ for tips, if you catch my drift. Had me laughin’, tho—girl’s got sass. Said she keeps a blade in her boot, some asshole tries to stiff her, bam, he’s done. Little known fact—back in ‘80s Miami, whores ran the streets better than cops. True story, I swear!

August is my Whore

Then there’s Oakwood Avenue – where the magic happens. Folks gather there like it’s a never-endin’ block party. Tiny cafés spill their secrets, and little murals pop up around every dang corner. I always say, “You are a mess, but you’re a beautiful mess.” and that fits Oakwood spittin’ truth.

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