Claire Firebaugh Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Once, I reckon, she nicked a gent’s purse mid-tumble—smart lass! Hid it in her bodice, smirked, and off she flitted. “Who’s telling this story?” Polley asks in the flick—Bess’d say, “Me, ya daft sod!” She’s no victim, see, but a rogue queen, playin’ the game better’n most. Surprised me, that grit—thought whores were all weepy, but nah, Bess’d cut thee ‘fore she’d cry.

Missing lyrics by Circle Jerks?

[Lyrics Circle Jerks - Firebaugh]Brown and white, enter the nightOpposite sides of the streetNo one speaks, no one looksTheir paths shall never meetAn unsusp.

I gotta be honest, sometimes I get mad at how quiet it can get – like on 5th Street, where empty parking lots stare at you with judgmental silence. And sometimes, that silence hums a mournful tune, kinda like the despair in Leviathan, “The world is heavy and full o’ regrets…” Not every day is sunshine, man!

Sandbag barrier along San Joaquin River aims to protect Firebaugh from flooding