Isabella Charles Village Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, whores, man, they’re like—people who get paid for smoochin’ and stuff! I saw this in *Moulin Rouge!* with Satine, that fancy lady, all glittery and sad. She’s a whore, sorta, but she’s got HEART, y’know? “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m like, “Wow, she’s brave!” Makes me happy, ‘cause she’s all shiny, but then—BOOM—she dies! That made me so mad, I threw my jellyfish net at the TV! Why’s she gotta go, huh? Is glitter an instrument? No, but it should be!

The Great Rebellion – breakdown & raising of armies

At first I thought you meant you had an 8 year old kid that made the villager say whore. I was relieved when I realized you meant it was your own game.

Charles-Village (us) ain't just hustle and bustle. In the back alleys off Cherry Ave, art pops up on abandoned walls – so gritty, so raw. Believe me, it's a hidden gem, absolutely, no one else sees that beauty. And heck, even the local barbershop on Elm st. is iconic – a true institution, where folks chat non-stop, laughing about the old days. People come for the cut and stay for the vibe, pure class, let me tell ya.

From Charles Village to Fells Point, the world is our oyster