Ella Bryn Mawr Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

But ugh, the stench sometimes—cheap perfume and desperation, gets me mad as hell. Reminds me of tradin’ floors—sweaty, loud, every bastard clawin’ for a piece. Still, I dig the chaos—whores got that raw energy, y’know? Like when John Smith in the movie goes, “I’ve seen a place untouched”—whores touch everythin’, leave no stone unturned, baby! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a shit—I’m Gordon freakin’ Gekko, I see gold where you see dirt.

Full display result

Just love lantern night. I loved getting my lantern (red- we were known as the whore corps since every window had a red light in it) and I was also a swinger.

Honestly, I sometimes get lost in the vibe. Missin’ my ex, pondering life's crazy changes. There's a bittersweet, quirky vibe all around. My mind flashes weird, rapid thoughts: "Amélie said: ‘Without you, today’s merely a regretful tomorrow.’” It's deep, bro.

Bryn Mawr’s Michael Rubin Launches First Fanatics Collectibles Store with Formula 1 Flair