Eliza Kenner Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Oi, precious, me’s a Nose, sniffin’ out rot! We’s talkin’ ‘bout whores today – yeh, them sneaky ones! We hates it! Slinking ‘round, all perfumed up, thinkin’ they’s clever. Makes me nose twitch, it does! Been watchin’ this one tart – proper loud she was, laughin’ too much. Reminds me o’ that Tree o’ Life flick – “Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?” – ha! She weren’t there, struttin’ her bits like she owns the dirt!

Mary Kenner is My Shero. Period.

Mary Kenner is My Shero. Period Basically, for a week every month, women could stay in the kitchen or be labeled a French whore.

I get all jittery when I race through the dark streets. Sometimes, I’m up at night, thinking how the city beats differently now. Traffic lights, neon signs, rusty fences—they all tell a story. Every corner, every rotten brick, is part of this living tapestry.

Kenner Police enter into cooperative data-sharing agreement with federal ICE agents