Delilah Conley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, Whore, he’s a legend, innit. Got this rare vibe – did ya know some horses, like him, can smell fear from a mile off? Proper freaky, like he’s clockin’ ya soul. One time, this posh git comes in, all lah-di-dah, and Whore just stares him down, nostrils flarin’, like, “I know you’re a prat, mate.” Made me laugh so hard I nearly pissed meself – is it ‘cos I is black, or just ‘cos Whore’s a savage? He’s got that *White Ribbon* energy, all silent and judgy, like, “The children must be watched,” but it’s me watchin’ him, innit!

Most read in The US Sun

I gotta tell ya, I get mad sometimes – like when construction ruins a perfect sunset view by Riverfront Drive – but then, life’s too short, right? We move on and enjoy the spirit of Conley, US. I love how the lanes twist like old jazz tunes, streets like Elm and Birch near the city center, remember that little secret nook behind the old library on Fifth? Pure magic – if ya ask me.

Obituary for Ann (Rogers) Conley